One Christmas we got a card addressed simply "Marj and the Boys". No city, zip anything, just "Marj and the Boys". One of the pleasures of small town living, where, better or worse, everybody knows you. Here, then are more pics of the Boys.
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I'm not sure what these poses next to the cars meant. This was the family 69 or 70 Pontiac Grand Prix and Phil wouldn't have been driving this car...
This is Mark next to Phil's 68 Camaro convertible. Mark would not have been driving this...
We would have been driving this. Our 67 Nova. We shared it. That's what twins do, I guess, but wheels are so important to kids in high school that this time-share experiment failed. I began driving my grandfather's Chevy Impala until I bought a 57 Volkswagen, I found in Aledo for $100. Now about that Chevy. V.G. was a chewer of Red Man and he'd drive real slow and check out people's crops. Every once in a while he'd spit some juice out the window. Sometimes the window wouldn't be down. So he had tobacco stains all over the window and along the back window, too where the wind would take it. It was almost impossible to get those stains off. But when I had the car I cleaned it up, waxed it like it was mine. It may have been a grampa 4-door but it was a gold chariot to me.
Notice the "SS" on the rear quarterpanel. It was a decal, the Nova was a 6-banger. But it was a great car, tight, solid and had some zip.
Another pic of the boys.
Same sitting, different pose.
My, what a handsome bunch.
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