first car

Once upon a time, I moved to Washington, D.C. for a summer internship.

1.  Did you ever know someone who just seemed like the kind of person who would end up half way down the block in the middle of the pouring rain without realizing that he needed his umbrella?

Not that it’s raining, mind you.  This is a metaphor.

Sophia For the first car ride

Sophia For the first car ride: If I had contact lens, they would rock them clean off. But seriously it’s some very well crafted righteous rock if you can handle it.

Like most American males I loved cars when I was growing up in the fifties and sixties.  As a youngster I can remember my dad letting me start our 1950 Ford.  It started with a push button (and a key). 

Like most American males I loved cars when I was growing up in the fifties and sixties.  As a youngster I can remember my dad letting me start our 1950 Ford.  It started with a push button (and a key). 

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