MEMORIES -- 4 E V E R -- NO COMPETITION

THREE THINGS PICTURED HERE THAT WILL NEVER, EVER BE FORGOTTEN.

This is the first one.  I laid eyes on this picture yesterday.  It happened to be on the front page of section "C" of the Press-Enterprise, local paper of the Inland Empire region of  Los Angeles.  When I saw it I immediately exclaimed, "Wow, that's a ... "  Now there are some of you in the audience who should be having the exact same reaction.  You should know that this is a model that was first built in the 1930's.  It has a long and illustrious history.  After you have dusted off your memory and are still a little curious about the details, click here and enjoy yourself.

Now there are many of you who look at the picture on the left and immediately say, "Hey, ain't that a sweet 1955 Chevy?"  It sure is.  I remember that EFR Dion nearly bought one of those. A bright red convertible.  The dealership was just next door to the Hudson dealership and the staid and well put together boss of the universe was feeling some testosterone stirring around when he laid eyes on that baby.  I was there by his side when he was thinking it over.  Needless to say, I was all for a Chevy over a Hudson.  As all my siblings know, the bright red Chevy convertible went to someone else and the Hudson from next door came home with us.  Still, look at that sweetheart.  Admit it, you'd love to have it.  I know I do.

This third piece of Americana is one that had a home in the breast pocket of EFR Dion for as long as he was able to afford a fountain pen.  [Extra fine nib] Everyone of you of a certain age can recognize this admirable writing instrument.  It is from a time when you either wrote with a pencil or with a pen.  If you were an active manager or salesman, you had to have a pen that carried its own ink in a bladder.  If you were a desk jockey [not a part of the language back then] you had a sleek, elongated pen that sat arrogantly on your desk.  It was for your signature and the signature of the executive who was agreeing to a  $100,000.00 deal.  It was not there for the doodling of the hoi polloi.  I nearly forgot.  How many of you know what brand this is?  The brand did not have to write its name anywhere on the outside of the instrument.  The white dot said it all.  Still does, as a matter of fact.
I hope you enjoyed this.  Next time, you're gonna need two, yep, two, ears.