Inheriting the Red Hornet


Picture this – faded fluorescent orange with yellow front quarter panels

In our family, the general consensus is that teenagers don’t need a brand-new car for their first car.  Mom and Dad held to this philosophy and therefore, I did too when my kids were of the right age.  My dad must have been obsessed with the year 1972 because Lisa’s first car was a ‘72, my first car was a ‘72 and my second car was also a ‘72. Continue reading

Death of the Red Hornet

When someone says “Have you ever been in a car crash?”, immediately I have 2 memories that come to mind.  The first involves Grandma Is and the brown Mercury Comet.  Continue reading

Drive Me Home

drive me homeWhen I first was learning to drive, I remember that mom was at work, so Lisa got the privilege of taking me to the DMV for my temps.  After I left the building, Lisa threw me the keys and said “Ok – drive me home.”  Continue reading