"You may have at one time or another, if you're old enough, had an Aluminum
Christmas Tree adorn your domicile. "
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I grew up in a Pennsylvania coal town during the '60's and '70's. If I placed
myself upon a "hypothetical" psychiatrist's couch, the hypothetical diagnosis
for my obsession with vintage cars would be due to my upbringing. Speaking of
my upbringing and the gist of this article, lets touch upon Aluminum Christmas
Trees.You may have at one time or another, if you're old enough, had an Aluminum Christmas Tree adorn your domicile. I grew up near the "Steel City", so an Aluminum Christmas Tree made perfect sense. In addition, we would set out those plastic candles upon the windowsill. Aluminum, Steel and Plastic. That's Christmas, baby. Holy smoke Mister Article writing Man, where the hell are you going with this? Oh, yeah, well I guess I digressed from the current subject matter. Umm, well where was I? Oh, yeah, the onslaught of corporate retail's unending surge to force you to begin your "Holiday Shopping" in May only to accelerate your purchases in November and December. Whew, I almost lost you there. All right, I am back on track. So, as an owner and driver of a classic/vintage car, what do you want for Christmas? Now, if you buy into the "He's making his list he's checking it twice, he's gonna find out who's naughty or nice", scenario, your in trouble.  continued... |
