In my single digits, my first love was a Bell & Howell 16mm Filmosound projector. Its appearance always meant a good time. The magic light pouring out of the little door in its hard shell home. Film night at summer camp was a sheet stretched between two trees. Mosquitoes flying in the light. And a couple making out behind the sheet. Or in school when the classroom door opened and a Filmosound projector appeared...

Although I dreamed of someday owning a Caddy, with big, black mammary glands for bumpers, I inherited my first car from my cousin – a planet size Olds Ninety Eight convertible. Of course it had white wall tires. An easily scuffable, pristine white layer three inches from the road. What a concept. Saturdays were spent scrubbing grime off, and trying to make the abrasion marks go away. I drove to Florida on spring break...