To describe my dad as unusual would have been an understatement. He was a Mr. Fix-It of sorts, especially when things didn’t need to be fixed.
Dad always wanted to build the proverbial better mouse-trap but his efforts were more like turning something regular and usual into something irregular and unusual, which he called creative usefulness.
In other words, he was really good at making things that didn’t work or didn’t look right. Some might call them disasters.
I don’t know what model our Studebaker was; I didn’t even know they came in models back then. (Below is a picture of a 1966 Studebaker; I think ours was older.)
The Studebaker was green with white – to which Dad added more white. This addition was not on purpose, though. One day, he was using a spray gun to paint something nearby, much too nearby, in fact. White paint droplets splattered all over the side of the Studebaker. From then on, the car was green and white with one side covered by irregular white polka dots across it.
The major customization, however, was one Dad performed on purpose. He had a need for an extra seat from a car. (That’s a whole ‘nother story.) So, he took the back seat out of the Studebaker for his other purpose.
From then on, when we rode in that car, we had to either stand or kneel in the back or simply sit on the floor where the seat had been.
No seat belts, no shoulder harnesses, no airbags, no child car-seats. No automatic anything.
And I guarantee you no one ever tried to steal that car!
Ah, those were the good ol’ days.
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