During the summer of 1956, I was just out of Miller Park grade school where I attended grades K through 8. We didn't have Junior High School yet where I lived, so I went from Miller Park school to become a freshman 9th grader at North High school. It was that summer that the Andersen family gathered at our house in Omaha to visit. The way it went was the folks from the South drove up and the folks from the North came down and all met in the middle for a visit. I don't remember a lot of the details of how that all worked out, but I do remember this part.
I was just 14 years old then, and everything was a big deal to me. I was all excited about seeing all the Andersen folks. Some, I hadn't seen in a long while. But I just wasn't expecting my cousin Lewis Andersen, (better known to most as Andy) to come driving in the driveway in a shinny red 1954 Corvette! That, was just beyond my imagination. I was afraid to even touch it. I didn't know anyone who drove a car like that... This just wasn't normal in the Andersen family. What if the driveway should cave in? The little corvette could get damaged or something!
Before it was over with though, I was in it, under it, and all over it. Cousin Andy had me out there with a can of wax helping him get it cleaned up and I was happier than Mr. Wagtail with a new bevel fetcher.
And riding in it? Oh yeah! Better than PB and J.
I found pictures of Andy and his dad going out for a spin. His dad is driving. He's got on this hat... You gotta have one of those when you drive a red Corvette.

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I went on and started North High in the fall, but my mind was on that Vette. I was ruined forever and ever.
It took a very long time to get those experiences out of my mind. I guess that's why I'm writing about it now.
I never really got over it at all.
-dale