Christmas Car

I was seventeen, and in my senior year. I got a Christmas gift from my old man dear. I was able to drive after I got my license. This was my first car. I’ve had many others since. It was a Falcon model car made by Ford. This must have been just about all he could afford. A discard from the Bell Telephone Company, this car was not very much to see. It was a stripped-down model with a three-speed stick. Getting started in the morning sometimes took a trick. It was transportation that got me anywhere. I delivered pizzas with it here and there. I think about back then, and I consider it funny. The car got me my first job to earn money.