My Dad Broke Into a Cemetery and Stole a Lug Wrench!

cemetery crossIn 1969, when I was about nine years-old, we packed up the ’64 Chevy station-wagon, left Chicago and moved to San Francisco, California. On the way there, somewhere in the middle of Nebraska, we had a flat tire. We had no lug wrench, and no way to get the tire off. There was nothing around there at all- except for cornfields, and a cemetery. It was amazing to see how my dad solved the problem. Continue reading →