When my old wheels started turning
Few things will get an old guy's mind to shift into high gear faster than memories of his first car. Or cars. Those vintage thoughts from the previous century made my heart race. Indeed, it's so easy to become a big wheel, if only on the gravel road of one's mind. My dad with his first car, likely a used vehicle, and late in the 1930s. Dad graduated from high school in 1936, so I suspect this would be after that. I was, uh, tired when I woke one recent morning in the wee hours, so to speak, and once nature took its course, I took a spin through a Facebook group about my high school . A group moderator asked, "What year, make and model was your first car?" I couldn't help but smile as the memories roared back. Right away, I thought of my cavernous 1969 Ford Galaxie! My 1969 Ford Galaxie looked similar to this car. Despite the unusual spelling of its name, I figured galaxy was a great name to be adored by someone, such as me, who loves the night sky. And hey, t...