Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a rural sort of place that did not particularly appreciate education, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
Last time we talked about some cars that I helped my father restore either for resale or for keeping. Cars seem to be a popular topic here, so we shall continue this theme about cars that were mine back in the day when I was growing up.
I have also decided to define my “growing up” period from birth to when I was 20 years old. I have chosen this somewhat arbitrarily, but since I married at 20 it seems to be a pretty good choice. Realistically, I do not think that anyone is grown up at 20, but I have to make some sort of demarcation.