Category: Every car is a story.
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WHERE THE BUFFALO ROAM
Sometime late in the nineteenth century, somewhere around the small and insignificant town of Claude, 30 miles southeast of Amarillo, the last running of the buffalo took place. It was only a single buffalo. A group of Comanche Indians broke the bounds of the reservation they were assigned to in the Indian Territory and made…
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DIAMOND T LEADS THE PARADE
Damned if there wasn’t one exactly like this in the Fort Stockton Christmas Parade last year. If memory serves, the City Fathers made the driver take off the copper-finished spike lug nuts halfway into the parade when the leash on Mrs. Somervell’s schnauzer got tangled up in ‘em and the poor thing was dragged all…
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TRUE LOVE
The following is a story by Mike Schell published December 8, 2023: HAMILTON, Ohio (WXIX) – A man says he does not want an apology from his ex-girlfriend and still has love for her, even after she shot him in the testicle. Charlie Glenn says the charges against 36-year-old Tonya Nester are from when she…
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IN A PICKLE
Way back in the day, the Pecos Pickle Company had one of these in its fleet. Theirs was green instead of powder blue, for obvious reasons. These were a rare sight, even when new. Seems like I remember Martin from Maintenance having to go all the way to Austin to pick one up. (There were…
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LANCIA BY THE BAY
Michael’s grandmother had only come to visit the family one time after they moved to Fort Stockton for his father’s new job. The one visit was all she needed. After that, she would pay to fly them back to San Francisco for visits. For his 12th birthday, she flew Michael to the Golden Gate city by himself for…
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A BOUQUET OF CONSEQUENCES
Frida hitched the Royal Spartanette to the back of her red Dodge Power Wagon and pulled out of Fort Stockton without notice or fanfare. The only one who knew she was leaving was Mayor Goodman. She had stopped by his office the day before and left one of her paintings, the one Brother Bob had…
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FRIDA’S ROYAL SPARTANETTE
In a town where weather can cause a stir, it’s almost impossible to imagine the ripple effect the 1953 Spartan Royal Spartanette had on Fort Stockton in late ’53, or ’54. For one thing, the idea of a house on wheels was a foreign concept to the locals. Then add to that the fact that…
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A LeSABRE RIGHT TO LeHEART
Andrew Walker took the long way home from Jim Bowie High School after football practice. The fall weather was decent, cool and slightly overcast, and made for a more comfortable time outside than it had been for a while. He stopped off at the Dairy Twin for a malted. More than anything, he wanted to swing by Manny’s…
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MEMORIES THAT EMBER GLOW
Saturday night in March of ’76. It had been raining a turd floater all night outside Piazano Pete’s Pizza Parlor as the clock ticked down to midnight so the two of us still working could finally go home. As it happens, someone called in one ‘to go’ right before closing, so we were just waiting…
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STUCK ON A MERCURY
Swiss electrical engineer Georges de Mestral would occasionally make his way across the pond to spend time with his old boyhood friend, Klaus, who had immigrated over from Switzerland and settled in town years earlier. Klaus had decided on Fort Stockton due to the similar beautiful views as his former home, and the wide-ranging love…