a brief memoir of summer days with my dad and his ’69 AMX

and  clinging to my tongue;  198o’s, one my of favorite flavors.  AMX moving in stereo, shredding pavement. My dad has been rebuilding cars since he was kid living in Fostoria, Michigan. Fostoria, a rural place that’s fun to get to by way of curving, and deep sloping roads; I called the curving roads S roads whenContinue reading “a brief memoir of summer days with my dad and his ’69 AMX”