Seeing a classic or antique car always reminds me of someone. That someone is most often my father.
“That’s a 1955 Chevrolet Bel Air,” my father would say. “Most people preferred the 1957, but I never understood why. The ‘55 is a much prettier car.”
He was right.
Cars are a connection to our past. I can think of no other item that we buy, use and then sell, that lingers with fondness in our minds.
I’m not ...
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2019