I saw this old Chevy Pickup the other day and wondered what stories it could tell.
Stories of a young man driving to town for feed, school or to pickup his beautiful date? A college student leaving home for the first time? A rancher hauling livestock to the market and groceries home for his wife and young family?
I don’t know what year this Chevy was made, but I might have an idea who drove it. I am willing to guess that in this Chevy’s prime gas was cheap, mail was fast and the party line was open. A time much more simple than today.
They say the days go slow, but the years go fast. The older I get the faster time flies. Each new year a bit more busy; a tad more complicated.
What stories do think the ole Chevy could tell?