March 25, 1967, Oshkosh Daily Northwestern
I remember as a boy, going down to the Gibson lot downtown, next to the fire station with my Dad. It wasn't very big- space was at a premium, unlike today's mega lots that encompass acres of real estate. But to a little guy of four or five, it seemed like a world of cars. There's something nostalgic about that memory which I've kept in my heart all these years. Maybe it was the small town charm of the experience, but mostly I'm thinking it was just being with my Dad, no other kids or Mom. Just the two of us, a couple of guys looking at cars.
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