On their wedding day, a steaming summer afternoon in 1950, it sits at the curb of the First Presbyterian Church on Kingshighway in St. Louis: a gunmetal gray Chevrolet sedan with gleaming windows and a long chrome stripe down the side. There is something ship-like about the car, its bumpers wide enough to stand on, rear window like a porthole, fenders oddly amphibious.
|by Colin Berry|
|The Car I Have Become
When, after eleven tries, Harka finally passed the California State Drivers Test, he began driving the Oldsmobile, very slowly, on the side streets of Oakland.
For a while everyone took good care of the Oldsmobile, but then things started to fall apart.
|by Susan Parker|