Yesterday I posted some of my dad's photos from his Army tour in Korea. There wasn't much to spend money on over there except the occasional tattoo, and the weekly poker and craps games. Dad was adept at games of chance, and by the time he was discharged had enough saved up to buy a '57 Fairlane convertible. Complete with the T-Bird 312 Y-Block optioned with the Paxon supercharger.
After the old man got back home he drove it to the Blue Moon tavern in North Sioux one night, where he (and/or the car) wowed a wisecracking blonde hairdresser. They became an item. Here they are on the family farm sometime in spring 1958; he 21, she 19.
Aaaaaaaaay. Fonzie of the corncribs.
"I got two tickets to the gun show, baby."
Eat your heart out, Kim Novak.
This double exposure was unitentional, but cool.
Smooch.
They got married that Fall. 52 years, three kids and 5 grandkids later, they're still smoochin'.
Happy Mother's Day, Blondie.
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Postscript: what became of the Fairlane?
I am sad to report that Mom totaled it in late 1962, accidentally driving it into a bridge abutment. But it wasn't a complete loss. I was along for the ride, in a baby carrier in the front seat. I flew into the dashboard, fracturing my skull -- which I fully credit for my writing style.
