Dad... One Picture, Many Trips

So I said I'd be getting back to my dad later, and since I've scanned only about 5% of my photos, I suppose that there will be many 'laters' in the posts that follow.

In the interim, I offer this pic which in many ways is vignette of my father.... no one appears in the photo, but all of his sons are present.

There is a bit of history here.  Dad loved his sons and he loved cars.

My second oldest brother designed the building in the background.  My oldest brother built it.  My younger brother and I both worked within the building.

In the foreground is our 1969 pickup that Dad and I built (or had a mechanic build), and our Dodge Aspen station wagon. 

I had asked Dad to find me a station wagon because the old men I worked with at the time drove wagons to go fishing.  (You could leave all your gear in the car and lock the doors.)

Dad interpreted my request to be for a hot rod (I was in my 20's).  The fact that I wanted a station wagon was one of my personality quirks.

But Geeze that car fast (V-8 with a hemi.)  I know that this was a compromise between what Dad and I wanted, but it held all my fishing gear and left the lights flashing behind me. 

Thanks to my father, I was left with a love for either pickup trucks or station wagons.  Most of the vehicles I have driven have been one or the other.

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Omegadaughter spent the afternoon detailing our third hand Ford Freestyle Wagon.  I could not have been more proud.