Suicide Doors IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR
In 1947, the United States was almost two years beyond World War II when our family moved to a small town in northeastern Colorado. Dad had been smart, and lucky, in the family car department. He had bought a new Plymouth two-door sedan in 1940. It had delivered us through the war years in good shape, and even towed a four-wheel farm trailer with all our worldly goods when we moved to Colorado.
Chrysler Corp. had its plants back into production late in 1945, but new cars were hard to come by. About a year after we settled into our
