Tag: Mexican-Market 1963 Ford Falcon 3-Speed

This is the final installment of the series. (Well, except for the wrap-up tomorrow.) They drove southwest with no fanfare. No sirens. No newsreels. No ticker tape parades. Just four people in a scuffed yellow-and-white Plymouth wagon, windows down, air thick with miles and unasked questions. Kip sat in the backseat, elbows on knees, looking…