Except for the sun visor this is exactly my Dad's car. A 1950 swayback Buick. On a Saturday afternoon in Summer he'd pile all of us kids plus any of our pals from the block that were on our stoop at the moment into that beauty.

My Mom for a time called it the "Black Beauty".

We'd the lot of us be packed in there windows open laughing hollering, and Dad would drive us to Coney Island! Rides Ice Cream Hot Dawgs the works. My Dad was a very kind man. He, and Ma I later learned were deliberately giving us happy memories. These to sustain us in our coming lives.