A Car

Mary Anne Rose, who is responsible for my dictation software (and who is a doc and who has and loves deerhounds) also likes old cars. She sent me a photo of herself in a Morris Minor station wagon she is trying to get California legal– bet that is no fun at all!
I was amazed because my first car was a Morris wagon or more properly “shooting brake”. It looked like a ’48 Ford woodie the size of a Volkswagen bug. (In Cambridge once, I returned to my car to find such a Ford parked by it. Its owner looked at me and said “I didn’t know it was pregnant.”)

So I had to find this and scan it for her. Me in the yellow and old friend Mike Conca (who now has a huge white beard) at a filling station in Connecticut, 1966 or 7, on our way to the Lime Rock sports car races. Another world.

5 thoughts on “A Car”

  1. Wow, I actually remember that car…your pre-volkswagon days. I think of Mike every time I go through Randolph (often). Wish I had more pix of those days!
    Sis K


Leave a Comment