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:

         F--R--E--E--D--O--M

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

                                 ME

I will always love that '55 Caddy, the one I drove in '67.