41 - Sometimes you just got to do a thing. joneworlds@mailbox.org I don't know where my dad is getting all these cruddy old cars from, but he sure is getting a lot of them these days. And I do mean cruddy, because they are super dirty. Even the engine compartment is packed with dirt. Like, is he digging them out of the ground or something? And he gets all cagey when I try to ask where from he's getting them. "Oh you know, I know a guy, and they find 'em, and ..." and then he kind of trails off. Which is pretty weird for him, but whatever. And I don't know what he's going to do with them all. He collects, is all. Just a habit you make as stuff's harder to get. Anyways, they're all pretty decrepit so I doubt I'll ever find a driver out of them. Which I'm always on the lookout for. But they're useful for one of my projects. I've been pulling light bulbs and their housings out of those old cars, turn signals, headlights, tail lights, side markers, interior lamps, dash lamps, all that, whatever's still working. I've been fastening them all to these sections of metal fencing I found, and I wire them all up to a battery. And there's this guy in the corner unit near me, calls himself PJ, and he knows about micro controllers. He says we could use relays and program all these lights to turn on and off in some pattern, and I like the sound of that. And all this probably seems pretty pointless I guess, just like collecting dirty old cars. But sometimes you get this feeling like you just got to do a thing, even if you aren't sure why.