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SubTitle: The Sunday Drive
Posted by: rs on 12/14/1997@03:20hrs:
Okay, I've got one for you old-timers. After the war when gasoline was no longer rationed and people were able to get hold of a car, Dad would say let's go for a drive, either a Sunday drive, a Jersey drive, a drive to the shore, the mountains, or just down to the boatyard to look at boats, even in the winter when they were on blocks. Can't tell you how many trips to the Rotolactor in Jersey (Borden's where they milked the cows on a merry go round). You'd think I was destined to be a farmer. Dad apparently thought he was doing something good. I still buy it by the carton.
At the end of the drive, darkness falling, kids in the back seat, fighting, usually, Dad swinging around with his right threatening to knock some sense, or at least some quiet into us, and the radio playing: Jack Benny, and a host of other unforgettable programs which I just happen to have forgot. This is what we have you for. Where did you go, and what did you listen to on the way back when you were caught in the traffic jam, anxious to get home at last, but crawling in traffic approaching the Outerbridge Crossing, the Goethals, or Bayonne Bridges? If this doesn't rattle the grate and shake a few live coals out of the ashes, I don't know what will. Let's hear it. -rs-