Monday, June 27, 2011
Dad never had one of these, but probably wished he had. This 1949 silver-green Mercury coup, parked in the Old Port, looks like it was straight off the set of Rebel Without a Cause. In the Fifties, long before the two car family was the norm, we always had a second car parked on the rise next to the driveway. Sometimes they were just old blue-black clunkers from the Forties, that got Dad to West Falmouth and that second job, but most often it was a neat red MG-B or the old apple-red Jaguar. They were his pride and joy. When he was away, I'd sit in the driver's seat and dream I was rolling down the highway, waving at my friends. Often, I even turned the key and started them humming. If I ever hit the big time, gonna buy me a Jag!