When my wife and I were married in 1967, she was the proud owner of a 1957 Chevy convertible. She was a school teacher and enjoyed driving the old car to school every day. We had been married less than six months when my National Guard unit was called to active duty and I was sent to Viet Nam. Of course, we could no longer afford the Chevy so we decided to part with it. I mentioned it to a friend at work who happened to have sixteen kids, all under the age of 18. George told me his oldest daughter wanted a car and asked me I we'd sell it to her for $350 since that was all the money she could afford to spend. My wife and I talked it over and decided that this would be a good home for the Chevy. We put the top down and drove it to George's home and, of course, the young lady was very excited to be the new owner. The last time I saw the car was with George's daughter and several of her brothers and sisters in the car and taking off down the street. The memory still makes me feel warm inside, even after all these years!