Saturday, December 29, 2012
When I was growing up on the block, we had a couple of neighbors who were serious bible beaters. One of the families, the G's, went car shopping. They couldn't decide between two of the cars, so when the first car wouldn't fire right up, they went to the second car. It was a Mercury like this one, but not nearly as nice and with some decent rear end damage. But, it fired right up on the first turn of the key and Mrs G said it was a sign from God that they buy the damaged car and not the car in better shape. IIRC, it had a power rear window, which was pretty cool.
Dale A's dad had a 1960 Lincoln and it too had the power rear window.
When I was in my 20's, I went to a Tall Club mixer. There were tall women there. But it was like new people weren't really welcomed. I felt uncomfortable and under dressed. It looked more geared for professional types and that's never been me. I did apply for membership but never heard back.
I knew a tall gal when I worked at the Daily Review. It was a shame she was already taken because she was hella attractive. I nicknamed her "The Amazon." I can't recall her name but she got the ax shortly before we all did.