My son sold his father’s blue Chevy to pay for his honeymoon. I thought that was the worst stab in the back. A restorer told me over the phone, “Mrs. Thompson, George left something hidden in the dashboard; come alone.”
He pulled out a screwdriver, pressed a metal plate I had never noticed before, and, with a sharp click, the passenger-side dashboard opened up from the inside like a mouth …
My son sold his father’s blue Chevy to pay for his honeymoon. I thought that was the worst stab in the back. A restorer told me over the phone, “Mrs. Thompson, George left something hidden in the dashboard; come alone.” Read More
