Good Old Days Magazine

Farewell, Old Faithful

I should have hated her for the way she swilled gasoline and hung around auto repair shops, but the day they took her away I cried.

“Born” in 1961, Old Faithful was two years old in 1963, when she came into our lives. During our eight years together in Troy, N.Y., despite her excessive thirst and frequent visits to the “car hospital,” Old Faithful became a beloved member of the family. She took us through home remodeling, snack time at the drive-in movies, bitter temperatures and family fun.

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