Carla’s parents would be home any second.  We had stripped her bedroom of valuables, which included black light posters.  Our $50, ‘61 Chevy station wagon had been resurrected from the near dead with love and the addition of curtains.  With gentle coaxing and a cable massage I got six of her eight cylinders firing. “Let’s get out of here, before they get back!”Me and dog looking for...

In high school we were jealous of those lucky enough to be born premature.  Although they were biologically the same age as the rest of us, they were able to get their driver’s license from weeks to months earlier.  A month of waiting in teen time equals about two eternities.  I even wrote a few letters to newspapers and politicians about the gross injustice.  We were given three attempts to pass the driving...

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...