I went to the body shop this morning to see if Ken had sandblasted the hood for my Oliver 500 yet,or if he wanted me to bring it home and get it done so he could paint it. He said he got bad news about a week and a half ago. He's got some sort of sarcoma of the liver. He said it usually spreads to the lungs and what not and is fatal. He had a biopsy and has to go tomorrow for the results. He said that if it's bad news,he's finishing the last few cars he's working on,locking the doors and going fishing.
He's got all the welding,fabricating and patching done on my parts. They just need to be sand basted and painted. I guess I'll have to finish it up and do the painting myself. If he'd just said he was tired of looking at it and told me to get it out of there,I'd be upset,but in a case like this,my problems are nothing compared to his.
He's got all the welding,fabricating and patching done on my parts. They just need to be sand basted and painted. I guess I'll have to finish it up and do the painting myself. If he'd just said he was tired of looking at it and told me to get it out of there,I'd be upset,but in a case like this,my problems are nothing compared to his.