I remember back in the late 50’s and early 60’s riding in the back seat of my Dad’s Chevy coming home from a fishing trip, listening to Johnny Dollar. Laying on the seat, tired, and watching the headlights from oncoming cars crawl across the inside cloth roof liner with that radio voice coming from the front. Happy times.
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I remember back in the late 50’s and early 60’s riding in the back seat of my Dad’s Chevy coming home from a fishing trip, listening to Johnny Dollar. Laying on the seat, tired, and watching the headlights from oncoming cars crawl across the inside cloth roof liner with that radio voice coming from the front. Happy times.