The NAPA
My youngest son always seemed to find
ways to earn money. He always had a job and he saved most
of what he made.
When he was fifteen he bought an automobile, a 70 Pontiac
Firebird, from the front yard of the owner. It had a
cracked windshield but otherwise seemed to be in good
condition .
He was going to Woodward Academy and planned to drive to
school when he was sixteen. He had also become very fond of
a young lady in Peachtree City whom he visited often on his
bicycle, but this was quite a long bike ride for him and he
felt he needed a better mode of transportation.
His girl friend went to a different school . They were
included in the activities of both schools, so they had
many places to go. For them to go together it would be
necessary for him to pick her up in Peachtrree City.
Because he was not old enough to drive his car, he asked me
to chauffeur.
I drove the car and often waited in it until the activity
was over. I too fell in love with this young lady who is
now his wife of 19 years.
In his senior year, he drove the car to school. We had the
windshield replaced, but the car started having multiple
mechanical problems. Since he was saving me from having to
transport him to school, I paid for all repairs. I found a
local mechanic who was very helpful and only charged for
his labor. We bought the parts, usually from the local NAPA
store.
We replaced so many parts that when a friend asked him what
kind of car he owned, he replied, “A NAPA”.