In the summer of 1963 I was a six year old in pigtails anxiously anticipating a road trip with my family that would take us from New York to Louisiana in less than two days. My father’s two-toned, surf green and pearl white 1960 Chevy Bel Air parked in front of our Long Island suburban home gleamed after a recent wash. The chrome tail fins reflected the bright sunlight like a sizzling fourth of July flare. The design of the […]
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