A glorious Alpharetta afternoon. Bright sun flashing from an azure sky! A lineup of nine classic Cadillacs and one Classic Packard. What could be better?

What a way to spend a leisurely Saturday afternoon!  About noon the parking lot at Rosa’s Pizza became an aquarium of brightly colored beasties. Twenty-foot leviathans in all the colors of the Marianas Trench lumbered in and backed into their corners of the cave. Bright blues, firemists, blacks, grays and gray-greens, maroons and even a big TURK-oise grouper stuck their beaks out of the rocks and into our little corner of the coral reef. We gaped at this menagerie, as if transported to the Georgia Aquarium. Except they weren’t behind glass, and we were able to sit and eat pizza, drink beer and talk about cars! Nirvana, thy name is “Cadillac Pizza Party…”

Stan, who set up yet another winner of an event, brought the family to the show in the “Godfather”: It’s always good to see Debbie, but this time we also met daughter Sarah, Stan’s son Jake, Jake’s wife Kerrie, and their infant son Hayden. (Hayden is a “car guy,” you know…) The Butlers steamed in behind the mast of “Big Blue,” while keeping the wake manageable. Frank backed the ’74 Eldorado Coupe in, directed expertly by Jen (who is becoming a regular). Paul and Gloria West chauffeured their stately “Chik-mobile” limo to a prime spot, but left the Gray Poupon in the car. Jerry and Lois Peterson graced us with their presence again, and fielded lots of admiring questions about their Thirties-era Packard. Bill Greene got nods for the informal distance award, arriving from his slip in Stone Mountain. That is one new-looking ’60 flattop sedan, Bill. Nice finish and simply impeccable interior! Larry and Melodie Reece regaled us with the most pristine original ’51 Series 61 sedan you are likely to see – about 14,000 miles and decked out in all her finery. Bruce Scheck drifted in, sounding for all the world like a classic Chris Craft motorboat in his ’79 Coupe deVille – decked out in Ohio State colors. Hey, Scheck, “Go Buicks!” I mean “Bucks.”  Sandy Partridge had “Monica” in rare form, perky and straight as a big blue arrow. The Turk was there, too, soaking up all this Cadillac-itude, and wearing a toothy and satisfied grin…

And get this: All the fabulous pizza we could eat… on the club’s dime. Wow. Wish you had been there!”  Doug