In 1958, my parents Betsy and Jean drove color-coordinated Chevrolets. Betsy did her grocery shopping and around-the-town errands in a pale green Chevy 210 Station Wagon. Monday through Friday, Jean put on his suit and tie, grabbed his fedora and headed off to work in a snazzy Bel Air Deluxe two-door coupe, emerald green with a buff canvas top. Weekends…
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