My Dad has informed me that the blue and white "Ford" in my July 5th post was actually a "Chevy". Oops, my bad! After he jolted my memory, I honestly can't believe that I made that mistake.
The mist of time takes me back 30 (ohmygosh!) years. I'm once again standing on a concrete patio at my Aunt and Uncle's house in Pendleton, Oregon. The July sun is beating down and the smell of summer permeates the air. My Uncle Dale flips the burgers and hot dogs on the grill. My Dad stands by, heckling the chef. Each has a red and white Rainer beer can in hand. The seven of us kids are running wild - rolling down the green grass in the hillside yard, running into the playhouse to tell some secrets, up and down the dirt road on our bikes, back to the patio to see Mike and Kerry's latest skateboard tricks. All the while, we keep our ears open to the grown-ups conversations, not wanting to miss anything. It isn't long until the talk turns to trucks, as it always seems to do. Dale drives a Ford, Dad drives a Chevy. The verbal jousting match begins. Chevy...Ford...Chevy...Ford. Us kids take our cue from the parents. We Chevy riders taunt "Ford stands for 'Found On Road Dead' and 'Fix Or Repair Daily'!" The Ford passengers come back with something just as scathing, though the exact words escape me. The sparing continues until something equally as exciting turns our attention elsewhere.
The mist lifts. I'm surprised to find my older self sitting at my desk. Is that a Ford that I see in the driveway? And a Chrysler? What's with that.....?
Does anybody recall the "Chevy taunts"? Please, leave them in my comment box.