![]() Is it because I have known James – for better or for worse – for more than forty years? Yes, I have known him since 1975. People often ask me why I read the essays in James Olcott’s cultural blog, The Bernard Olcott Story, almost ‘talmudically’ examining each word, savoring each thought as if it were handed down to me from on high. I will post a brief update tomorrow about my upcoming post AFTERMATH. I mean, I am just a schnook on the internet with a blog.īut I did try to weave a number of connections into my stories of times past so that I was not just writing about my own family - hopefully, at times, I was leaning into yours as well. Obviously, I am somewhat embarrassed by his praise of my writing. Today, I present you with another guest post from my friend Ned McDonnell who sends this missive to me from his current residence in Tunis, Tunisia. Maybe some of my readers do, too.Īs it turned out, she was a bit too fragile to use as a daily driver, so Ginger retired to the South Fork of eastern Long Island and became my beach car to sail along country roads. Truly, I worked with a bunch of comedians. Dan or Yoshi, I forget who, hatched up a “For Sale” sign and placed it on Ginger’s windshield just to razz me. ![]() Dave Murphy, my Dad’s handyman (and a loyal reader of this blog), loved Ginger and his brother ended up doing some work on her later that year. I actually used Ginger to drive to work for a week or two. That was his way of giving me an enthusiastic double thumbs ’ up. He stepped out afterwards, and with a minimum of words, gave me his determination that Ginger was a solid car. ![]() Without hesitation, I jumped out of the car and watched him drive down the hill and back. My Dad, who had a particular fondness for old cars himself (in his case, Mercedes Benzes), asked me if he could test drive it. She had a grippy 3 speed manual transmission and I drove her up and down Hackensack Plank Road with care. He trailered the car from the Midwest to Weehawken and unloaded it in front of the office one Saturday morning. A corn farmer in Minnesota had bought the car disassembled and completed a loving restoration, using the original color, navy blue metallic. Ginger was a present I bought myself in April 1992 for less than $7,000. ![]() This is Ginger, a peppy, lively 1966 Ford Mustang. ![]()
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