And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
My grandmother had a '63 Coupe deVille. To say that she was a 'character' is an understatement; she was a Professor of English Literature and also Psychology (she had phDs in both) at a prestigious women's college in the northeast. She had always driven Cadillac's, from the moment she could afford them, in the 30's. She was less than 5 ft tall, by a lot, and one leg was about 3" shorter than the other, so she wore special shoes to hobble around on. Her '63 model was that pale yellow, with green tinted windows. Clear plastic covered all the seats, not because she was one of those fussy old ladies, but because she had a Boston Terrier, Roger, whose tongue was always hanging out the side of his mouth, dripping. I think from this, you can form a pretty decent picture of her, looking through the steering wheel driving this behemoth with Roger scrabbling around in the back seat.
She was a terror. I wish I'd had more time with her.
Screaming “Look at me!!!”
ReplyDeleteMy all time favorite car. That thing is gorgeous! 59 rocks, Baby!
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ReplyDeleteMy grandmother had a '63 Coupe deVille. To say that she was a 'character' is an understatement; she was a Professor of English Literature and also Psychology (she had phDs in both) at a prestigious women's college in the northeast. She had always driven Cadillac's, from the moment she could afford them, in the 30's. She was less than 5 ft tall, by a lot, and one leg was about 3" shorter than the other, so she wore special shoes to hobble around on. Her '63 model was that pale yellow, with green tinted windows. Clear plastic covered all the seats, not because she was one of those fussy old ladies, but because she had a Boston Terrier, Roger, whose tongue was always hanging out the side of his mouth, dripping. I think from this, you can form a pretty decent picture of her, looking through the steering wheel driving this behemoth with Roger scrabbling around in the back seat.
ReplyDeleteShe was a terror. I wish I'd had more time with her.
What do you call a woman with one leg shorter than the other? Eileen.
DeleteOne of the finest models of luxury Detroit iron ever made. They built coaches with piston engines.
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