My First Car Was a Chrysler
I bought my first car in 1953—a six year-old Chrysler Windsor convertible and it was a beauty. Not red, which might have been my boyhood fancy, but deep, midnight blue and I drove it through my last two years of high-school and then to Michigan State.
I bought my first car in 1953—a six year-old Chrysler Windsor convertible and it was a beauty. Not red, which might have been my boyhood fancy, but deep, midnight blue and I drove it through my last two years of high-school and then to Michigan State.
I loved that car. It was an absolute slush-bucket, pickup wise. That is to say it was slow—one of the first automatic transmissions, perfectly named Fluid Drive, it left the stoplight like an incoming tide. Its pickup qualities with girls were considerably more appealing.
The car even had a history. I bought it from Eddy Howard, a singer in the Big Band days. You might remember Careless, Maybe It’s Because and To Each His Own, all of which were Howard hits. It was a big car—a schooner form a c…