Belated Photo credit: Jean L. Hays
Dad found the “Edsel-dozer” at auction. He’d take that trumped up Edsel made bulldozer monstrosity up and down I-40 dripping hydraulic fluid the whole way. Always looking for a crowd, he’d offer rides for a buck and the kids would come running. And, he’d stay; he’d stay until the last kid rode, even if they didn’t have the money.
Childhood memories shattered like glass when I found Dad’s journal and polaroids hidden in the trunk and learned how that bucket-car and those poor kids were really used.
I left that journal, wet with tears, at the Oklahoma Sheriff’s office.
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