When you get to be my age, one of the things you give thanks for is having survived to celebrate another Thanksgiving.
My brother geezer Bill Goldstein sent me this cool 1950s “car show game.” It challenges you to identify various makes and models from the 1950s. http://www.americantorque.com/game/car-show-50s/
I scored 100%.
I dunno if that’s a bad thing or a good thing.
Hell, I was alive when all of ‘em were new. I remember as a tyke sitting on my dad’s lap as he drove, “helping him steer” his 1950 Oldsmobile 88. I remember learning to drive on his 1955 Pontiac. (That car had the glove box in the center of the dashboard, equally accessible to driver and passenger. Why the hell didn’t THAT handy feature survive to become an auto industry standard?) I remember my sister’s sleek 1957 Buick Roadmaster, and how it started: you turned the ignition, then punched the accelerator to fire up the engine. It seemed quaintly out of place even then. And I remember my very own first car, a ’58 Dodge with push button transmission and, yes, humongous tail fins.
Well, I hope at least that I haven’t (yet) turned into this driver:
On Thanksgiving Day, I’ll join the sweet cookie-baking grandmother with whom I share my life in a quick trip in the geezer van Urban Assault Vehicle to eat and spend much of the day with good friends. Friday will see us helping out at a shooting event for some wounded warriors, and over the weekend, we’ll compete in a pistol match. It should be relaxing and fulfilling.
We wish you all a similarly happy and restorative Thanksgiving.