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Dear Dad:

Do you remember shopping with me for my first car? I do!

We looked around until I found that very cool Mercury Monterey. It had a gold body with a black top.

The neatest feature was that it had that angeled window in the back which I could automatically draw down. It burned way too much fuel, but it was a safe first car to drive. I thought of that car when I watched some sit-com where the dad bought his daughter a first car that was really a boat on wheels and then put relfective tape all the way around the outside for detailing! What a funny show that was for me, as my first car was also a boat.

You told me that you would take out a litle loan under your name and I could the payments with my little part time job. I was the first one among my friends to have a car and I was the most responsible one too.

You told me that if I did not make payments, that meant I'd defaulted on our agreement and you would sell my car. I never missed a payment.

You also told me that as long as I had car payment, you would pay my auto insurance. Once the car was mine, then I wold take over the insurance.

No insurance, no driving my car. Those were the rules, you said.

Buying that car and learning these lessons were some of the most important things you could have taught me about life.

Thanks Dad!

Happy Father's Day Week.

I love you,
nightshooter09

His pot of gold is the sunken logs and salvage timber offered up by the Columbia River, milled into bullion on his one-man sawmill. Living off the land, by his wits, working hard everyday at an age when most guys are just happy to collect retirement (86!), Clarence is one of my heroes. He sold me lengths of oak for my steam-bent frames for almost nothing. When I needed a heavy block of hardwood for my maststep--purple mahogany was my goal--he "sold" me a block of black walnut he'd set aside for gunstocks--but he apologized for having to ask $60 for it. Like most river rats, one day he'd moved on, and I'm not sure where, St. Helen's I've been told. He's probably not hard to find again--only as hard as he wants it to be.