“So what’s my point? Just this: If we want to save the environment, why aren’t we recycling old cars?”
ack in 1960, my pal Frank and I talked at length about finding a car for him while sitting at the coffee shop where I washed dishes part-time. I had recently purchased a 1947 Chevrolet for $25. I was able to get it running, and he wanted to do the same. Neither of us were (teenaged) men of means by any means, but we liked cars, we were willing
