A Cadillac Story

 

That brand new, 1962, Cadillac, Eldorado Convertible.

What was it doing in our neighborhood parked behind

my mother’s old beat up and faded 1957 Chevy Bel Air?

I’m certain all the neighbors who noticed it in our drive-

way couldn’t help wondering what world-famous celebrity

was visiting the Hanch family that day. Was it Elvis himself

or perhaps Frank Sinatra? Hellfire, had to be someone with

a shit pot full of money and world-acclaimed prestige.

Look at her, shinning that brilliant blue in the high noon sun,

all that chrome trim a glistening. And the size of her, bigger

and more plush than most living rooms in the neighborhood.

Check out those sleek, wind-swept tail fenders. Damn, a brand

spankin’ new 1962, Cadillac, Eldorado Convertible. Bet she cost

a pretty penny, likely more that a whole year’s salary for some

high-rollin’ son-of-a-gun. Parked behind it, sure puts Mom’s

Chevy clunker to shame, I thought to myself, a fifteen year old

impressionable upstart looking out my second floor bedroom

window that bright and warm summer’s day. 

But walking up tothe front door, I saw it was just Aunt Flossie

and Uncle Ed dressed to the nines and showing off again.

                                           -30-

Chris Hanch 3-27-2021