Well, let's just say that I have my priorities in order. Boozing was not neglected.
I see that you are in Santa Monica, my home town. I lived at 469 19th Street and went to Franklin School. I escaped in '53.
My introduction to 4x4s happened in Santa Monica. A guy up the street brought a J**P back from WWII and took my father, my brother, and me for a ride in a freshly plowed field on the north side of San Vincente. He got a flat tire there, and we walked home. My taste for British cars started about a year later at the age of five when I saw an MG-TC. Never did get an MG, but a Morgan took care of that itch pretty well.
Hope Valley, RI