A classic

I guess. 1966 Chrysler station wagon. Just parked in front of somebody’s nothing-special house.

Coming home along the Rambla (beach road) I passed a mid-50s Chevy with mag wheels following a mid-50s Ford T-bird. Special day today? It’s fathers day in the US, but not here for another three weeks.

ABC…

I pulled into the supermarket parking lot just after this car. A guy got out with his young daughter, and I complimented him on his perfect license plate ID.

He was delighted, and laughed loudly.

“33” is a big thing in Uruguay, as it is in Masonry. I’m sure there’s no connection…suuuure.

A few blocks from home, waiting to cross the street, I had to wait for a passing car with the license plate ABC 2133. Glitch in the Matrix? On the other hand, it’s not the first license plate strangeness I’ve had here.