In 1967 my father drove into our driveway in California with a new car. It was a yellow Ford Fairlane station wagon with an automatic transmission and a 289 under the hood. As a seven-year old, of course I didn’t … Continue reading
In 1967 my father drove into our driveway in California with a new car. It was a yellow Ford Fairlane station wagon with an automatic transmission and a 289 under the hood. As a seven-year old, of course I didn’t … Continue reading