Traces Posted February 20 Share Posted February 20 Outside the old Marathon train depot rests a fallen '58 Chevy (I think). Isn't it poignant to think that this old car was once somebody's pride and joy? In my mind's eye it belonged to a guy named Sam who did his homework, went down to the dealership over in Fort Stockton, took a test spin, went home, agonized over it, drove a new Ford and Studebaker to compare, then finally settled on the Chevy .... And he drove it off the lot and over to his girlfriend's house. Her name was Jolene. They were in love but her father did not like Sam and the sight of the new Chevy did not change his mind. And now Sam's 82 years old and sitting in a bar in Frankfort, Kentucky, wistfully thinking about the girl who got away .... and wondering where that car is. Thanks for ganderin' at my photo, if indeed you gandered. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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