Just some thoughts:
Recently one morning on my way to my coffee place I met this car. Car that looked exactly like this. It brought more than a few memories and a broad smile to me.
This is a 1957 Chevy. Quite a car in its day and still today on the old car market it will bring quite a bit of money. In fact at the Mecum’s auction I was at this past year in Indianapolis I saw one go for over $60,000. Yes that number is not a misprint.
Early one morning (1960) my senior year in high school I got up for school and at the breakfast table my dad said to me, “You might want to go to the garage and see what’s in there.” “Why” I asked. “Just go.” Go I did and opening the doors to my amazement was a car like the one in this picture. Exactly. V-8, color perfect, hardtop and stick shift. Needless to say I got excited. I walked all around the car. I then opened the door slipped in behind the wheel. Wow. And then I see it.
Looking at the dash there was no radio. No radio. An empty space where a radio should absolutely be. How in the world, 1960, could a man purchase such a car as this and it not have a radio? No Chuck Berry, Fats Domino, Ricky Nelson, Jimmy Reed, Slim Harpo or Elvis? I go rushing back to the house. There sitting at the breakfast table, coffee in hand, paper opened to Alley Oop sat my dad. “Dad, dad that car, it doesn’t have a radio, what gives?”
My dad looked up from his paper and in a very profound way said something I have never forgotten.
“Radio, radio if you want to listen to the
radio come in the house.”
September 23, 2019