Sunday, September 20, 2009


If you're lucky, you can sometimes spot the Willys Jeepster in the reserved parking across from the Post Office.

My parents had a 1948 Willys Jeep Wagon, a blue woodie. It's the first car I remember - from before we moved to the suburbs, before brothers; almost until I was allowed to ride my bike to school and they started building interstate highways. We crossed the US several times in it. I got to nap in the back across South Dakota, except of course for the Badlands and Mount Rushmore.

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