I had to burn a vacation day today. "Use 'em or lose 'em," says the University, at the rate of two a month and topping out at 24.

I did a few errands in the morning and then brought my wife lunch from a decent local TexMex restaurant to her workplace.

After eating, we went for a walk in the local park and then I drove home. On the way, I stopped at a local shopping center to see what has opened up.

Parked casually at one of the office buildings in the back was a 1996 Corvette Grand Sport. Not just any Grand Sport, either—one of the highly coveted convertibles with red guts. 1 of only 53 with that combination. I can't figure out whether the vanity plate tells us that it's number 6 of those 53 or number 653 in the overall sequence of 1,000 Grand Sports.

The things you randomly see …