The Dodge,My Dad and Me


What was your first car? Mine was a 1969 Dodge Coronet 500 and I was reminded of it the other day when one was sitting in our restaurant parking lot.
Up to my 18th birthday i had been driving my Dad’s 1967 Pontiac Strato Chief and to have my own car was a blessing. I paid $1,000 for it and believe you me that was a lot of money back then but well worth it. The car itself is another story, for this story is about the day I brought the car home.
I remember the day as being sunny and warm and as I parked my new wheels in the driveway I was beaming and as proud as a new Parent would be. I wiped the car down, cleaned the windows and polished the tires. I stood back and admired what I had and that is when my Dad came into the picture. He came out of the house, walked around the car, grunted a few indistinguishable words and commented that the car had too much power and for me to be careful. Agreeing with him was no problem and we discussed the car from top to bottom and offered to drive him around the block, but re said that he did not need to do that and I then went into the house to phone a friend and let him know that the car was here and to come on over and take a look and then something happened that I could only laugh at. Going down the driveway was my car with my dad behind the wheel, that’s right my father was taking my car for a joyride! What was I to do, I could only laugh and wait for him to come back with it.
45 minuets later he pulls up, parks the car, comments on it’s handling and performance and then disappears into the house, but before he closes the screen door he makes sure to comment” You’re low on gas”, The son of a gun had burned 3/4 of a tank of gas. I guess it is true what they say
PAYBACK IS A BITCH He got me and I knew it.

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Saved by the Dead?


My family in Hespeler goes back to the early 1900’s on both my Mother and Father side , and  have lived almost my entire 53 years on this planet in Hespeler. As such I have a few family members and a few friends of mine that are buried in the two Cemetery’s that make up the corner of Ellis Rd and Cooper Street. And as happened in an earlier story about my Uncle Alex, i wonder if one of the deceased saved my life one winter’s evening a few years ago.
It was in Early December of 2007 when the events happened and as always I will let the reader decide if it is real or not. It was just after midnight when my wife called me to pick her up from Bingo, and the snow and wind were blowing rather hard causing the leaves that not yet been picked up to blow around like tumbleweeds in a Ghost town. I made my way up Cooper Street and as I approached the stop sign I caught out of the corner of my eye something coming out of the cemetery causing me to stop short of the intersection and take a second look, as I did it appeared that a figure was crossing the road in front of me, but in the blowing conditions I could not make out who ,or what it was. And at that moment a car that was coming up Ellis Road to my left went sliding through the stop sign and hit the curb rather hard causing  more that a little damage to his vehicle,  a spot I might add where I would have been stopped if not for the figure that had caused me to stop short of the intersection, he would have t-boned me and at the speed he was going it would have caused me some real damage. I got out to help the young man and called the police for him, I made sure that he was alright, waited for the police to show and gave my report and headed back to my vehicle when I stopped in my tracks and realized something..in front of my vehicle where the figure had crossed, there were no footprints in the snow!  Only mine were visible, I still wonder to this day…who crossed in front and saved me from an accident?