To finance his honeymoon, my son sold the blue Chevy that belonged to his deceased father. That struck me as the worst stab in the back. “Mrs. Thompson, George left something hidden in the dashboard; come alone,” a restorer informed me over the phone.
He pulled out a screwdriver, pressed a metal plate I had never noticed before, and, with a sharp click, the passenger-side dashboard opened up from the inside like a mouth …
To finance his honeymoon, my son sold the blue Chevy that belonged to his deceased father. That struck me as the worst stab in the back. “Mrs. Thompson, George left something hidden in the dashboard; come alone,” a restorer informed me over the phone. Read More