It’s like a scene from Happy Days
Every Friday night, they roll up in their classic cars and find a space on the lot.
Every Friday night, they share a beer or a burger.
Every Friday night, they all come together to tell stories.
Stories about where they’ve been.
Stories about where they’re going.
Stories about why they were built.
Stories about how they restored a nothing into a something.
Stories about the journey.
And it’s this story that catches my eyes and ears.
Click. Click. Click.
Snapshots of people’s stories.