Old cars can also serve as a powerful vehicle to reprise of how society used to be now since most of us are retired, forgive the intended pun. There are some melodies and lyrics that most of us never forget, like the song “On Top of Old Smoky”. Hearing it on a cassette tape, brought back memories of the 1957 Chevy.
I miss my old Chevy with that convertible cover. Could it ever go. I miss it so. The old days were a treasure and parting was grief. One thing led to another. Had to turn over a new leaf. That’s why it helps to remind me of the cool days we had. It purred like a kitten and roared with a powerful V8. If I see one today, my eyes get kind of smoky remembering with Finding an original "squeeze box" at a garage sale is practically a pipe dream.
The feeling is warm and fuzzy like seeing an original Gibson or Barso Fender guitar. Some of us seniors miss those days. Where on earth did all go?