Dad’s 1957 Chevy
Sunday, February 28th, 2010
Having conquered the world of 1949 Hudsons, Dad decided to move on to a much hipper classic hot rod in May of 1981. We had joined the Gem City Classics Classic Chevy Club at the end of 1980, attending the Christmas banquet as our first meeting – and it wasn’t long before Dad got the itch to join the ranks of classic Chevy (defined as 1955, 1956, or 1957) owners. For the tidy sum of $1800 he purchased a 1957 Chevrolet Two Ten, and when winter rolled around again that year, he began restoring it. Read the rest of this entry »
As a kid, entering into Summer was akin to entering into the Christmas season. So I came upon the Summer of 1981 with crashing excitement for the warm days ahead. Mom was still only working three days a week, so I spent most Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at Discovery House daycare center on Woodman Drive in Kettering. I’m fairly certain that this was the last time I went here regularly, although Mom seems to think I stayed here until I was 12 years old. This would have been the Summer of 1984 – which I know wasn’t the case, but perhaps I would still attend on occasion during Spring Break or weeks when my other babysitters were unavailable. 
I was very saddened when our cat 
I was a little skeptical about requesting Missy Fodor as a friend on Facebook when I first saw her on there. Afterall, she may have remembered what an upstart and troublemaker I had been at times throughout my formative years at Fairbrook Elementary, Ankeney Junior High, and Beavercreek High School and decided to deny me! We had attended every school year together with the exception of our senior year at BHS – twelve years in all. So over the years we had crossed paths many times. 
Rob Bradford was certainly one of the nicest guys in the whole elementary school. In fact, he was probably a little too nice for the likes of me. But that notwithstanding, I went through periods of time during my days at Fairbrook Elementary when Rob and I were the best of friends. In fact, I’d say that he was probably about my best friend during our fifth grade year in Mrs. Owens’ class, where we had become the two resident chubby boys. And with the short similar names, people were always getting us confused with each other.