Ford Mercury Park Lane. Finally Dad had bought a car like everybody’s in the parking lot. Long, white, only two years old - and a convertible too. In the 70’s we moved to Israel whose narrow lanes weren’t quite suitable to the wide berth we needed. But Dad looked at it as self-promotion for potential clients. Once picking me up at university, greeters came to welcome the expected “dignitary”.
Driving by people would rave, commenting “it’s a ship” or “are you selling it?” I still wished we had a new, small car like all my friends - but with an automatic shift.
Driving by people would rave, commenting “it’s a ship” or “are you selling it?” I still wished we had a new, small car like all my friends - but with an automatic shift.
