Tommy and the Bullet.

In the 1970’s Dad was a typewriter repairman and he drove a powder blue Ford pinto station wagon. He referred to this automobile as “The Bullet”. In the 1980’s the advent of the PC caused dad to find work as a computer repairman, they gave him a silver Ford Escort station wagon which he called, “The Bullet”. In the 1990’s he graduated to a burgundy Ford Taurus station wagon which he called… “The Bullet”. The funny thing about these cars was that they all had the same familiar smell of greasy tools and cardboard. It was often that you would see him pass by on the roads of Sumter, SC with his arm propped up in the open window going to the next service call. His attire was also predictable, a long sleeved shirt and tie, even in the heat of summer; dad goes by riding in “The Bullet”. I sure do miss him.