Back in 1956, I had just graduated from New Kensington High School. I landed a good high paying job and I bought a brand new Ford Fairlane convertible with a Police Interceptor engine. Man, I was cool. All us cool guys had flattops with a ducktail haircut, wore our collars turned up, wore pegged pants and listened to Elvis. Back then, we walked with a strut not a shuffle. Our pastime consisted of waxing the cars including the engine, drag racing and cruising the local Big Boy hamburger shop looking for quail (chicks). When somebody says remember the good old days, my mind flashes back to this period of time, I wonder why. I was fulfilling my military obligation during the Cuban crises and after that; I spent five years in night school. I looked up one day and I had a wife and four children, driving a station wagon and building a house. What the hell happened? Just recently, I looked up and it happened again, I have a lovely second wife, ten grand children counting step grand children and soon to be a great grandfather. I now drive a pickup truck so I can haul horseshit for the garden. Oh boy, remember the good old days?
My first car