Austin Healy

O man! Clif, you woke me right up just now with that reference to your '58 Austin-Healy. Never was and never will be another car as nice as the Austin-Healy. Or that sounded as nice—even late at night.

When I had to sell my '65 Mark III during the Writers' strike, sometime late 90's, I wept. I'm weeping now at the memory. (But then, I've always been an easy weeper).

I saw a Healy at the Cool Desert Nights Saturday morning gathering a few years back, and somebody had actually taken out her splendid little classic motor and crammed in some kind of Ford V-8, along with a custom rear end and the bigger wheels and wide tires.

How could somebody DO that?

I waited 45 minutes for the owner to show up so I could give him the finger and walk away real cool-like, without saying a word, kind of thing. But he turned out to be younger and bigger than I was, and so I just slunk away into the warm Richland morning, muttering and eating my spudnut, another old man wearing a flowered shirt and socks with his sandals.

But congratulations on that Healy of yours, Clif, and hello to your good sister, Vernita '65, a friend from our Chief Jo hallways.

I think I'll lie back down and try to sleep.

TDK '65''

• Last Time Around
  
• Charlie Nevins
  
• Young Men And Fire
  
• Austin Healy
  
• Cathy
  
• David River's Birthday
  
• Han's Pavilion
  
• Muscles, Our Neighbor
  
• John Browne, Learning to Dance
  
• Your Brother Mark Browne
  
• Buster
  
• Celluloid Lies
  
• Nuked
  
• Learning to Box
  
• Dog and Goose
  
• Buses and Such
  
• Stealing
  
• Hookybobbing
  
• Stiles Old Upstairs Apartment
  
• Sign Of The Time
  
• Learning to Drive