I haven’t kept up with the blog very well over the last few years, but every year I make sure to post a tribute to my grandfather on his birthday. Which is today. So here he is with his car. At least I think that’s him– I’m typing this sans contacts– and I think that’s his car. If I’m wrong, corrections will come soon enough.
Times have changed. That car probably topped out at fifty, got fifteen miles per gallon, sat ten, and caused 800 premature deaths via lead poisoning. I’m confident about three of those figures.
Grampa would’ve turned 118 today if he hadn’t died single-handedly stopping the mutant dinosaur rebellion.
One thought on “Happy 118th!”
Not his car. I wish. A few more secrets about this photo. Not sharing them.
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