Nomad

I spent a few years of my youth riding around in the back of a 1956 Nomad station wagon, orange and white. It had no a/c, of course, so we laid towels down in the summer to keep from burning ourselves after we emerged from the community swimming pool. No seat belts there either so we were bounced around a little but no harm, no foul. I would soon become a teenager and as they say…

there is nothing wrong withteenagers that twenty (or thirty) years won’t cure.

We used baby oil and iodine as tanning oil so SPF was non-existent. My favorite musical artists were the Beach Boys & Jan and Dean that I heard on an AM radio station.

I danced everytime I heard the music and when sitting in the Nomad, I could only used my upper body and I am sure I looked foolish. But we’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance. goes the old Japanese Proverb.

I think we paid $300 for that car. Money was tight but making do was a way of life. The drug store sold flip flops for a quarter and my swim trunks were cut off jeans that hadalready been repaired with iron on patches beforehaving the legs removed.

But when I laid down in the back of that appropriately named automobile and the windows were down and that fresh mountain air blew on me and my music was playing andI was wearing as little as possible, I felt like a million bucks and that was a lot of money in those days.

God Bless,

Tommy (back when a dickie was as good as a tie)

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