tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498647.post9104502095043811466..comments2024-03-28T20:25:15.962-07:00Comments on A Thinking Stomach: In CarsChristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607821498331135305noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30498647.post-76864891305182176132016-01-17T11:29:27.440-08:002016-01-17T11:29:27.440-08:00Oh, Christina. Though we are an entire generation ...Oh, Christina. Though we are an entire generation apart in age, your reminisces on your car brought back sweet memories. In high school I paid my uncle $50 for a 1950 Studebaker wagon. I loved that car. It was old and creaky, and had a hole in the floor under the drivers side through which you could watch the pavement unroll. It carried me, friends, and two St. Bernards all over town for a couple of years. Write your stories (as you do) because when you reach my age, they won't come to mind as readily. Thanks for the memories.Nora Leenoreply@blogger.com