one thing: a simple tale Mother was right as rain until the Dunster drive-in turned into a flea market The RCA won’t do, she said movies need a sense of occasion adventure an evening out It was the movies that consumed her days Mine my '49 DeSoto and somewhere to go Sometimes it all boils down from nothing you can point to where everything is to just one thing How about we take the DeSoto for a Sunday drive, I said a matinee in downtown Valemount just sixty clicks off What could be better, I thought a Jimmy Stewart double bill It’s a Wonderful Life You Can’t Take it With You And wonderful it was as again mother to me declared her love of Frank Capra Until the road home that is it was my turn to hit the beach Gears then the whole engine just went and my old DeSoto like dinner was done Not too long though after a couple or three weeks both of us down in our dumpsters I had myself a great notion that one thing you might say I got my DeSoto a tow up the gravel behind the house right up to the bluff the view huckleberries deer roaming hitched up an aerial and fixed the RCA nicely into the back seat then turned the bench around She’ll like it, I was sure my '49 DeSoto now playing her regular evenings out giving us both somewhere to go
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Great voice in this, matches the terrific image perfectly.
I love this. So tactile, and such a wonderful story.