My sister has lovely neighbors. They are Pat and Chuck, and Pat’s baby is a 55 Tbird. And this isn’t like that room in your mom’s house that no one ever went into, that had plastic covers on the cushions, oh no. She is the real deal. Pat takes her out weekly to give innocents like me a tour of the 1950′s when life was simpler and car hops wore roller skates.
Thanks Pat, thanks Shink, Kevin, Beck and kids. We’ll be back soon. For now we gotta move on down the road. Later today it’s on to Lompoc – the backdrop for W.C. Field’s “The Bank Dick” and the home to a host of my own childhood memories.
Nice!
Car hops didn’t wear roller blades in the 50s, honey. They wore good ol’ fashioned, lace-up boot skates.
And it was all fun and games until somebody got a chocolate malted in the lap.
XO
~A~