AlfvanBeem, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that the keeper’s old-car restoration phase centered around the 1932 Chevy because it took him back to high school days when he had hauled an abandoned ‘32 out from behind a neighbor’s machine shed and drove it on dates despite it having no interior upholstery, a leaky roof, decaying floorboards and one rear window that couldn’t be rolled up.
That ’32 might have something to do with the keeper lacking any meaningful history with “high school sweethearts,” but he remembers it fondly anyway; and he wishes there were some way to apply restorative measures to people from the ’32 era who now suffer the ravages of time behind the “machine sheds” of life.
The keeper reports that he vaguely recalls a late date with Nelda Nickalow, when the ‘32 Chevy’s battery fell out on a dark country road and………oh, never mind: There are times when a faltering memory from the ’32 era is best left unrestored.
