Not a picture, but a story.
Yesterday, I was watching the Homecoming parade from the Hamner Realty office event on University Boulevard. As usual, the members of the Homecoming Court and various other campus sweethearts were sitting on the back of convertibles waving to the crowd.
Most of the cars were late-model, but there were a few classics. One of those was a gorgeous maroon Packard that looked better than when it rolled off the lot in the early 1950s.
One of the younger dads was talking to his son about the car. Then he looked at me and asked, "Sir, do you know what kind of car that is?"
I've never been called old in a more polite and sincere way.
Yesterday, I was watching the Homecoming parade from the Hamner Realty office event on University Boulevard. As usual, the members of the Homecoming Court and various other campus sweethearts were sitting on the back of convertibles waving to the crowd.
Most of the cars were late-model, but there were a few classics. One of those was a gorgeous maroon Packard that looked better than when it rolled off the lot in the early 1950s.
One of the younger dads was talking to his son about the car. Then he looked at me and asked, "Sir, do you know what kind of car that is?"
I've never been called old in a more polite and sincere way.




















