Wisdom of Our Fathers
CARS WEREN’T TAKEN FOR GRANTED in the borderline poor/working class Brooklyn, New York, neighborhoods I grew up in during the 1940s and ’50s. Most families didn’t own a car, either because they couldn’t afford one, or they resided within easy reach of subway or buses.
My father was one of the lucky few who always had a car. I hung around him when he talked cars with the other men in the neighborhood. Working class guys of his generation always knew (or pretended to know) about cars, their most prized possession.
