Category: Every car is a story.
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A SPARTAN ROYAL VALENTINE
When Mac Woodling returned from WW II the only thing on his mind was marrying Alma, his high school sweetheart from Jim Bowie High School (“Home of the Fightin’ Knives”). Once that mission was accomplished, he set about trying to find his life’s calling. He’d inherited 80 acres off Highway 285 and eventually he and…
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ON A LARK
“If the world was made up of only people who drove Fords and Chevys it would be a pretty boring place.” That’s what Huck Delmont used to say anytime someone made a comment about him driving a Studebaker. No one could deny that Huck’s ’62 Lark wasn’t a looker. The Poly Brown Metallic convertible was…
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BEYOND THE GALAXIE
I swear this Ford has been stirring up trouble in Fort Stockton for longer than anyone can remember, going all the way back to the day it came off the auto hauler in 1965. Much like Mayberry, Fort Stockton was a firm believer that Law & Order was best preserved from behind the wheel of…
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LATE NIGHT FLIGHT
In Fort Stockton, if you’re demanding and don’t have the bank account to back it up, you’re labeled a pain in the arse. If you have the means, you’re called eccentric. Digger Klein was a man of good, if very particular taste. He had the funds to fulfill most any desire, but always demanded things…
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DELGADO’S DUECE AND A QUARTER
Deuce Braxton went with his dad to pick up the Buick Electra he’d ordered six weeks earlier. Deuce was only five, but remembered the rest of his life seeing the ’63 convertible, top down, waiting for them at the dealership when they pulled up. Arctic white over red. Seemed as long as the driveway to…
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HIGHER EDUCATION
When Kyle Kingwood gave the valedictory speech at his graduation from Jim Bowie High School in June of 1974 he was a virgin, a baptist, and the smartest kid in the auditorium. Two years later, at the end of his sophomore year at The University of Texas, he was no longer any of those. …
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FURY IN A FLURRY
It was a cold, blustery night in Auburn Hills, Michigan deep in the winter of 1958. The kind of night that the wind is like a knife that cuts you to the bone and the snow is swirling in front of your face so much you can’t feel your nose. Three random strangers dressed in…
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FAILURE TO LAUNCH
Paul Dillon was stopping by The Grounds for Divorce for a cuppa coffee. It was early on a Saturday. Most people in Fort Stockton were still asleep, except the paperboy delivering the weekend edition of the Stockton Telegram-Dispatch. Paul had waited for the kid to drive by on his red Schwinn Panther III and toss…
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BOBBY TOMMY WINS THE LOTTERY
When Bobby Tommy and his girlfriend, Tammy, won the lottery they swore they were going to maintain exactly the same lifestyle they’d had before. They’d get married. Bobby was going to keep his job out at the Gripper Urinal Factory turning raw kaolinite, mined just outside Fort Stockton, into the finest urinals made west of…
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KODACHROME
Old pictures. Boxes of old pictures. Crates of boxes of old pictures. An attic full of crates of boxes of old pictures. So many of them taken in front of cars, or beside cars, or in cars. New cars being photographed for the ‘official record’. Vacations. Trips to the beach. Most of the time, when…