It would be easy to blame this mess on George Barris. He just couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t leave functionality well enough alone. In the name of promotion,… continue reading »
Another trophy gem from my Dad’s collection was this 1966 award for his clean little bucket dubbed “The SaniTary T”. Pops remembers that he bought the car already… continue reading »
Charles W. Scott (or “Scotty”) was the original owner of Scotty’s Muffler Service in San Bernardino, CA. He opened the joint with his wife in 1946 and used… continue reading »
I went back home to Kansas City for Christmas 15+ years ago, and begun rummaging in my Dad’s basement, or “The Archive” as I call it. Its chock… continue reading »
It’s August 16, 1949. The moon doesn’t come out, so it’s dark as can be in St. Pete, Florida. A retired New York police officer, John Schineller, is… continue reading »
It’s the first day of 1954 and you just woke up after one hell of a New Years party. Your still half wearing your wrinkled tux, the smell… continue reading »
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