jim richardson
Aug 09, 2020
3 minutes
“Everyone we passed gawked at the car, and some waved and gave us the thumbs-up.”
I was tired and headachy after a day of viewing huge pigs, handsome steers, and prancing palominos, and glad to be leaving the Los Angeles County Fair. It was 1953, and I was 11 years old. On our way out, I barely noticed as we strolled past Oldsmobiles, Pontiacs, and Chevrolets —and then I saw it.
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It looked
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