Dad
I’ve been thinking about my dad, today. Dad and me with our 1978 land yachts in 1984, 8 months before he died. I had bought mine used in Oklahoma City. And when he visited me there, he loved it so much, he traded in his brand spanking new ‘84 Chrysler even up for his 6 yr old burgundy Toronado. He hated that Chrysler, but it was the biggest one he could find that year and was still too small for his long legs. Also, according to his definition, it was not a full size car. Apparently it needed to be 18’ long and weigh in excess of 4,500 lbs in order to be considered full sized… It had to be a 1978 Toro, because 1978 was the last year they were “full sized.” My favorite story about my dad was that he used to call my great great grandfather, the stupidest man who ever lived. Because he came to this country from Germany as a master cabinet maker. He arrived by boat in Chicago during its boom years. A master cabinet maker could have made a fortune. But instead, he b