Snow white fenders, sparkling in the sun, roomy light blue interior, built like a tank.
Oh how I loved that Car!! It meant one thing to me:
Freedom from babysitting my younger sisters, freedom from evading my stepdad's groping hands, freedom from Mom'sheadaches and moods.
My girlfriends and I would pool our money, put some gas in the tank head for the main drag.
Windows down, radio tuned to Chicago's WLS,
Simging along with 'Soldier Boy,' 'Surfin USA,'
I would crank it up when the Four Seasons sang:
"Sherri, Sherri baby, Sherri...won't you come out tonight."
I laughed in that car; cried in that car, I read love letters from Viet Nam and I wrote letters back using the dashboard as a desk.
Dreams were dreamed, confidences shared and fears faced in that white Caddy.
When that Caddy was sold for $50, a little part of me went with it.
It didn't matter that it was pulled from a junk yard, or the doors flew open when I went around the corner,
I just had the friendliest car in town --it waved at everyone!
It was mine, It helped me to discover a different
I will always love that '55 Caddy, the one I drove in '67.