So glad to see that!! The hand addressed Newsletter envelope and the number on your membership card were in my wife's printing. She was a third or fourth grade teacher those days,pre 1990. I had done it so long, we had our son and daughter about that time(he's 31, she's 28),she was a stay at home mom during those years,I got a real excellent job with the City of Los Angeles Department of General Services, fixing cars,trucks,and vans.I also was part time youth pastor at our church at that time, and, while we were largely unsupported at that time, it was good because the older status quo pretty well left us alone,we didn't make any requests or demands on them, so we did our thing, I taught Hi School Sunday School(remember when churches offered that?) and we had a cool midweek meeting. I had a pretty good assistant who was definitely destined to go places, so when a race weekend or a family vacation came along, he always took over for me. Problem was, from 4:15 AM until 10 PM, I was busy doing something, and in early 1988,I went through a bad case of burn out. That's no fun. I decided to farm the Club out for a new successor, and Mitch Akers stepped up and did it. Problem was, to do the Newsletter and the mailing list too up 20 hours a week or so. Now. Mitch and I still call occasionally, we're still friends, he's come up to Irwindale with either the '63 Bel Air I sold him some 15 years ago, or his blue 60 Impala which will really impress you,and it's been a lot of fun ever since. Life is busy,it has it's priorities, but it's to be lived to the fullest. In fact, I feel that if I haven't learned something today,I've wasted the day.