Sophisticated Sapporo
I HAVE SPOKEN ABOUT MY FATHER’S
older brother, Uncle Stanley, many times. He was a Chrysler man, and he usually drove the top-of-the-line New Yorker, generally keeping a car for around five years. They were either brown or beige because he was slightly color blind. I’ve never mentioned Aunt Pat, his wife, because when I was a little boy, I only remember her driving Uncle Stanley’s cars or her work car.
