Most of what I do these days and most of what I find comes when I am trying accomplish and when I am looking for something else. Take this picture for instance. When I was a kid I always said I’d own a brand new convertible one day. I’d left behind my fairly new car with my sister Flo when I went into the army and told her to use it as her own and just return it when I got back. Well, she went and upgraded me to a beautiful Ford convertible. On my return from Korea, everywhere my buddy Earl and I went that evening folks bought us drinks and I had not driven for over eighteen months and neither had my buddy. Well, first I baptized the car with an accident and we pulled the fenders off the tires and he drove and within a half an hour he had totaled it out.
Like I always said, I had a brand new convertible one day. It really shakes me up every time I read about a returning G. I. who made it through a war alive only to get killed on our highways. The Photo? A bit of magic from my wife, Jean. We found a kit model of a 1953 Ford, photographed the box and then she took a photo of me in uniform and darned if she didn’t zip me behind the wheel. I recently had my 51st Anniversary of continued sobriety so I guess I am entitled to tell these war stories. Please do not drink and drive. The life you might be saving is mine.
And now the cell phone and texting is causing just as many (if not more) problems when folks get behind the wheel.