
This is my father with his car. This was taken before he met my mother. I believe he was working for Philip Morris at the time. I'm sure he struck a striking figure in his black suit, black sunglasses and this mammoth car. Shortly thereafter, he met my mom. He let her drive his beloved car. She crashed it. Not even the steel cars of yesteryear were safe from my mother's less than perfect driving skills. Pop had many cars after this one, but this auto held a special place in his heart.
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