Uncle Dick,
Is this your car? It is just as I remember it. I don't think you should
have ever sold this jewel.
It brings back memories of my sitting in the back seat with the top
down--it doesn't get much better than that to an eight year old--who
was thrilled to be sharing the life style of his about-to-be-married,
"Camelot-like" aunt and uncle.
I remember being in Grandma Eva's garage after the wedding with Dad and
his accomplices, as they worked over your Plymouth. They wired up a smoke bomb,
Bon-Amied it with cute messages, filled it with rice, and attached cans to the
rear bumper. I was disappointed that you outwitted them and took another
car.
From that incident I can still remember exactly how to connect up a smoke
bomb to a car; so you get some credit on my becoming an electrical
engineer.
Love,
Neph Geoff
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