Studebaker Dude

My dad was a "body and fender man" growing up, but it was my sister who planted the seed of "Studebaker coolness" into my head at an early age.

The local haters called us “the good old boys.” I call them "make-it-happeners" as they strive to make things better instead of whining about how bad something is.

Last week I wrote a downer story about getting old. This story certainly snapped me out of that funk as this story’s events made me feel appreciated once again.

When I was a youngster, I didn’t see myself getting old. When I was in high school, we used to say you were “over the hill” at 30 years old. I breezed through my 30s, 40s, 50s, and even my 60s didn’t bother me. But 70! I’m still trying to wrap my head around being…

I've written before about being a master procrastinator. Well the time finally came to achieve one of the tasks I'd been putting off since 2016.

A serendipitous email exchange opens the gates to a journey down memory lane as the Sapulpa Times publisher realizes his great-grandfather once lived near the town I called home for 25 years.

I'm getting "Old Man Hands" just like my grandfather did, but not the same way he did. But I did use them with the intention of doing that which is productive, honest, and helpful to all that meandered in our shared locales.

Although the thought of retirement appealed to me, the idea of not having anything to do didn't sound like much fun. Then I read about being a volunteer docent at the auto museum....

I call myself a "Car Guy," even though I'm a lousy mechanic; I have two Studebakers and am working on getting them road-worthy in time for the 100-year anniversary of Route 66.

There were two military pictures of my dad during the war. Valerie told me that she called the earliest picture "her dad" ... she said the other picture was known as "Bethie’s dad."