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.
The first new car my Pappy ever bought was a '56 Country Sedan. It leaked oil from day one. After getting the run-around for months he got the factory rep on the phone while at the dealership he bought it from in Fresno and told the guy that if the problem didn't get fixed, he was going to drive it through the dealer's showroom window. They started the engine swap that same week.
This was our first new car bought when my Father was stationed at Wright Patterson AF base in Dayton, Ohio. I was 6 and my sister 4. Ford had a special program for airmen whereby the car could be custom ordered and picked up in person at the Detroit factory. They rode a Greyhound bus to Detroit and returned with a shiny blue station wagon. Perfect to tour the west camping out on his annual 30 day leave. He personally built a small one wheel trailer to pull behind it and carry our bedding. Mom would tell him to quit cursing in front of us kids when he was trying to back it up somewhere. Good times, good car.
As a kid growing up, about every two or three years, my father would take a driving trip to Detroit and come home with a brand-new car. One year (1952?) he came home with a Chevy station wagon with (fake) wood on the sides.
The first new car my Pappy ever bought was a '56 Country Sedan. It leaked oil from day one. After getting the run-around for months he got the factory rep on the phone while at the dealership he bought it from in Fresno and told the guy that if the problem didn't get fixed, he was going to drive it through the dealer's showroom window.
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This was our first new car bought when my Father was stationed at Wright Patterson AF base in Dayton, Ohio. I was 6 and my sister 4. Ford had a special program for airmen whereby the car could be custom ordered and picked up in person at the Detroit factory. They rode a Greyhound bus to Detroit and returned with a shiny blue station wagon. Perfect to tour the west camping out on his annual 30 day leave. He personally built a small one wheel trailer to pull behind it and carry our bedding. Mom would tell him to quit cursing in front of us kids when he was trying to back it up somewhere. Good times, good car.
ReplyDeleteAs a kid growing up, about every two or three years, my father would take a driving trip to Detroit and come home with a brand-new car. One year (1952?) he came home with a Chevy station wagon with (fake) wood on the sides.
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