I was so surprised that my mother gave me this pale blue TR-3 (not our neighbor, Werner's, old gull-wing Mercedes, however) as a college graduation gift.....I spent the summer after graduation at some aimless and meaningless job until, after 3 months, she said "Now you have a car.....I have located another "graduation gift".....a real job!".....Although i was taking some post-grad courses in H'ville, my parents surmised that I was just spinning my wheels.....Mother actually completed an application for a job, without even mentioned this to me! I took the job, having no better plan of action, and signed a contract to work as a personnel staffing specialist for the Warner Robbins Air Material Area's Personnel department.......Mid-term of this "first-real-job" Virgil Stallings and I drove the car off the still-uncompleted Interstate 75, near Macon....I sold the TR-3 to a salvage yard and replaced it with a white TR-4, quit the job and moved to Atlanta.
Red-shifted Harmonies by DAC Crowell
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