When you get to be my age, one of the things you give thanks for is having survived to celebrate another Thanksgiving.<\/p>\n
My brother geezer Bill Goldstein sent me this cool 1950s \u201ccar show game.\u201d It challenges you to identify various makes and models from the 1950s.\u00a0 http:\/\/www.americantorque.com\/game\/car-show-50s\/<\/a><\/p>\n I scored 100%.<\/p>\n I dunno if that\u2019s a bad thing or a good thing.<\/p>\n Hell, I was alive when all of \u2018em were new. <\/em>I remember as a tyke sitting on my dad\u2019s lap as he drove, \u201chelping him steer\u201d his 1950 Oldsmobile 88.\u00a0 I remember learning to drive on his 1955 Pontiac. (That car had the glove box in the center of the dashboard, equally accessible to driver and passenger. Why the hell didn\u2019t THAT handy feature survive to become an auto industry standard?)\u00a0 I remember my sister\u2019s sleek 1957 Buick Roadmaster, and how it started: you turned the ignition, then punched the accelerator to fire up the engine.\u00a0 It seemed quaintly out of place even then. And I remember my very own first car, a \u201958 Dodge with push button transmission and, yes, humongous tail fins.<\/p>\n Well, I hope at least that I haven\u2019t (yet) turned into this <\/em>driver:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n