Our 1958 Packard was pink And long of fin with an underbite chin It looked rather like a big shark I think A big fish in any pond it was in (Where sharks are allowed to be pink) something Long of fin and of tooth enough to bring Astonishment to the cars we passed by A pink sort of shock without suffering When our big pink Packard took off to fly
But then they only saw it from the rear Fins unfurled and dual exhausts throbbing Since Grandpa liked to punch the "passing gear" He was good with knobs and at hobnobbing
MCAS Yuma was where we had "Factory air" and we needed it bad Not in the Packard but in the new car Where I beat the heat in the huge backseat It was like a walk-in freezer back there My Grandpa drove it smoking a cigar A big fish in any pond anywhere His dream car that '65 Chrysler I Still drive today still way too tough to die
These do seem like fond memories, Stevie. It reminds me of the first car my father bought in 1962. It was a '55 Buick Special. It had a beast of an engine but, it was a lemon. What do you expect when you buy from "friends?" Anyway, thank you for sharing this, my friend. Be well,
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Chrissy
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