My Little Old Rambler

Towards the end of the 1960s when I left for college, my father found a little Rambler for me to drive. It was used, but he was good at patching up old cars and I was grateful for the wheels, any wheels. That little Rambler carried me the 60 miles between college in Emporia, KS and my family in El Dorado on many weekends when I was homesick.

During the week at college, it mostly stayed parked since I lived just across from the campus in an old ramshackle, Victorian house. Once in awhile, I'd drive the Rambler to the public library when I wanted leisure reading that the college library might not have. It ventured out to Pizza Hut and to the grocery store as well.