There he worked in a parking garage, driving other people's fancy cars, eating at corner delis and having an all around good time. He sowed his oats in Shy Town until one day he realized parking cars and partying was not going to make him rich...or even profitable. That's when he moved back home, joined the army....and met Mama. He settled down, got an education and forged a great life. But apparently, he still dreams about his days in Chicago because he dug this photo out two weeks ago and asked me to print him a copy...a much bigger copy. And he was smiling from ear to ear when he asked.
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The Big Guy's dad has many, many old cars.
I anticipate that the old cars will make a showing at the wedding. Speaking of which--thank you for your kind words! Made my day because I'm ALL about low key. We think we've got a better plan and to be honest, I feel SO MUCH BETTER. : )
Oh what a coincidence. My dh also started out driving rich peoples cars around and came to the same conclusion. LOL! He still has fond memories of those days though. Problem was it gave him a taste for those expensive cars and caused many arguments over the next few years as to what type of cars we would be owning. We came to a compromise and got something down the middle.
oh I love those giant old cars,gave a whole new meaning to road trip!
Didn't get around to commenting but the flower photos are outstanding!!
A man never forgets his favorite car.
Oh, what a car! They were really something more than transportation in those days.
I don't blame him. That is an incredible car and he must have some wonderful memories to go with it.
My Dad had one of these cars.it was painted black.
What a great car!
Reminds me of all those funny stories he use to tell about driving cars back & forth from Chicago to Southern IL for the car dealers. Midnight runs, high speeds on 2 lane roads , almost going to jail over a speeding ticket. I'm sure there is more story to go along with the pic.
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