My grampa only bought
Studebaker because my Uncle Herm
worked at the plant in South Bend. Got him an employee
discount. First thing gramps did with a new car was remove the
fan belt. "Uses gas and don't need it." Gramps never drove
below 50 on them Indiana backroads. Wow, I'm experiencing déjà
smell here- that hot-day, dusty wind blowing in
from the open window summer smell. I spot a roadside truck-stand.
Grampa! Let's get a melon!" Gramps would pull over,
and ask the farmer which was his best melon? He pulled out
his pocket knife and plugged it (cut a triangular shaped plug).
If it was proper red, and proper sweet, he bought it. Prolly cost
a dime. If not, he asked the farmer to select another'n. I
think, 'cause the first one always passed muster. That's how it
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