EVERY CLOUD…
When I was dating my now wife, Jill Muir, back in 1961, her parents (James Creighton and Margaret Muir) had a 1956 Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud that I loved to wash and wax for them on their driveway. I’d met Jill in a journalism class at San Jose City College; and once we were married, her parents would entrust the Rolls-Royce to us when they went on one of their trips to Europe, as they didn’t want it being left unused for extended periods of time.
By then, I was fresh out of UCLA with a master’s degree in journalism, working full time at a daily newspaper, the in Ventura, California. One day I asked the city editor, Ross Stubbert, if he wanted to go to lunch in the Rolls-Royce. As we were pulling out of the driveway
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