It’s funny how memory works. As I write these news items, I’m remembering my family’s 1928 Model A touring car and our road trip to Oklahoma when I was about 6 years old. The part of the trip I’m remembering is just a brief anecdote that stuck with me.
My parents had hired Cecil Bushong to drive us to Ada, Oklahoma, to visit my mother’s sister. As we rode along, there was a rubber tire lying in the road that would fit a Model A. Cecil leaned out and picked that tire up without stopping — because we had been warned there were escapees or bandits or some other villains in that area that might be hiding in the ditches and that they would try and stop you and, I suppose, rob you. I remember seeing Cecil lean out and grab the tire, and on we went — very exciting