Flatlander71
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Every thanksgiving I think back to the year 1997, the last Thanksgiving I really look back fondly on. My wife and two year old daughter along with my parents traveled some 500 miles to the Black Hills of SD to visit my sister and brother in-law. Dad decided we'd all be more comfortable in his maroon 75 Imperial than his 88 New Yorker, which couldn't be trusted anyways. I remember driving most of the way and how nice that old car rode, and the frequent stops to fill up the thirsty land yacht with $1.10 gas. The car gave us no issues and the five of us were all comfortable with room to spare but I can remember dad panicking when it got dark and he realized the headlight covers wouldn't open. He had bought the car on a whim a couple years earlier and had never driven it at night before. We eventually figured it out. The weather in the hills was freakishly warm with no snow which was a relief to my dad who didn't want to drive his prize possession on ice and salt.
Today, dad is long gone, mom can't travel, my sister is crippled by MS and had to sell her dream house in the hills, and my daughter is grown up and moved out, but that old Imperial, now mine, still looks the same. I wish it was 97 again.
Today, dad is long gone, mom can't travel, my sister is crippled by MS and had to sell her dream house in the hills, and my daughter is grown up and moved out, but that old Imperial, now mine, still looks the same. I wish it was 97 again.
