I had a pickup just like this in the late forties. Same color, air conditioning was crank the windows up or down, power steering was a big steering wheel. I did put a radio in it with the speaker in the ceiling so it could be heard over the engine and air conditioner noise. It was a 1937 model, so it would be 70+ years old today. I'd guess it rusted away years ago, or maybe turned into a tank or something in World War II.
A city couple from the East went to Ireland to visit a distant cousin. After miles down a narrow road they came to his little farm. After small talk the farmer offered to show them around. The visitors asked if he would show them how he fed the pigs. Of course, he said and went to the back of the barn and came back carrying a pig. He went to an apple tree, held the pig up while it ate a couple of apples, then went back to get another pig and did the same thing again. The city folks asked him if this wasn't terribly time consuming. Oh, he said, what's time to a pig.
Monday, March 17, 2008
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I remember my first car. It was a white Buick Invicta. It had power seats. Kinda fancy. I liked that car better than the Ford I could of had. To be 21 again and choosing your first car. Who knew then how many "headaches" cars would create---- especially with four boys. :)
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