1987 Monte Carlo SS

After Mary-Kate published her personal recollections she has been on me to share mine, sometimes it feels as if we are still kids and she’s forcing me to steal candy from Mr. Sampson’s grocery store. But that’s a story for another time.  I guess somethings never changes.

I was lucky enough to have a pretty great family life.  My parents has always been very financially stable.  Thinking of their lifestyle, I suppose they are considered wealthy. But as their son I never felt like a rich kid.  I knew we weren’t poor, but rich no, never.  My father was very old school.  He never believe in giving out handouts,  not even to his children.Especially the boys.

We were expected to work if only part time.  All of us were responsible for our own gas money and car insurance.  He wasn’t a tyrant or anything.   We all knew without a doubt that our parents loved us.  It just they did not want lazy, spoiled, privelge kids.  And we weren’t.

I tried a lot of different jobs.  At one point I worked at a fast food place but sadly I was fired for eating on the job.  I just can’t say no to cheeseburgers and french fries.  then for awhile I did landcaping.  I love landscaping.  Even now, I have the best looking yard, both front and back, in the whole county.  If you don’t believe me I have the trophies and plaques to prove it!

While landscaping I kind of fell into the tree service business.  I was setting pavers in a flower bed when my boss asked if I wanted to learn how to prune and trim a tree.  Of course I said sure.  The tree service guys made more money.  I always wanted the chance to work for Huntsville Tree Service.  Their work was impeccable then and they have not faltered from their high standards.  In fact I was just on their website checking out their services, www.huntsvilletree.com.  If its even possible I think they maybe even more remarkable then they were when I worked for the tree service.

I was a natural. Before I knew I was felling trees, pruning, installing cabling and bracing systems, any and everything a tree man will do.  It was woking as a tree man that the greatest thing happen to me.  While I was busy on the installation I just so happen to glance across yonder and I spotted the most beautiful creature my eyes had ever gazed upon.  A 1987th5R0960TM Monte Carlo SS.  In a beautiful wine color with the red-orange racing stripes.  No rust in sight.  With a for sale sign to boot! My father had the same car when he was young man and his brother let his best friend drive.  And that friend crashed it, totaling it beyond repair.   My father still talks about that car.  I told myself if I ever find one I have to get it for my dad.

On my lunch break I checked the car out.  It seems to be in great shape.  Newly rebuilt motor, new rear end, fresh tune up, and everything was original.   I made an agreement to buy it on the spot.  I told the owner that I need to go to the bank after work and I can bring him the money for the car.  The rest of the day went buy in a breeze and before I knew I was on my way to the bank.  I ask my buddy to ride with me to pick it up.

I felt great riding home in that car.   After a quick stop to wash her then fill up the tank, I made it home.  When I father came home from work I could see him peering at the car.  He had this look of pure glee.  I met him outside.  After commenting on how pretty that car is he asked who car is it.  I told him its yours.  OF course my father being he who is said in some colorful words for me to stop playing.  After ten minutes I finally convince it was his.  He started silently crying.  He shook my hand and said, “Thank you, son.”


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