STORY 1......GOLD'S MOBILE

Tired of being late for church. My dad, who often worked on cars, somehow one weekend came home with a brown ugly car. He was so proud he paid $500 bucks. We looked at it. Holes, rusted, torn roof, It smelled old and dank and slightly of cigarettes. And it sounded like a train. But my dad just smiled. He said, "you just wait. Leave me alone for a while." He spent the next few weekends doing the bodywork. He tore off the roof. He put new vinyl. He put pinstriping down the sides. He polished the chrome. He found four used tires and polished them up to look good too. He took SOS pads to the chrome rims. He fixed the exhaust......I think, with two clamps and an old aluminum can from the orange juice. He repainted the car himself, a color he thought was beautiful. It was gold. None of us would drive in that car with my dad. Every weekend, he would proudly take it to church and was never late. There was a man at the church who loved that car too, and he would ask my dad every time, "Rick, you gotta sell me that car." My dad drove it for two years and finally sold that man that car. That man gave him a thousand bucks. And they both thought they got a good deal. Turns out that man was color blind too. Because my dad now sold him a gold car. That none of us would ever get in. We were glad he sold it.