Amanda the Great by Amanda El-Dweek for March 25, 2023

Young Amanda lacks nostalgia filters.

“awful” and “pleasing” are often mixed up for new generations. I wonder if they teach that in schools nowadays shrug

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It has a place in your heart, and that’s what is important.

My green ’54 Chevy has long since been melted down and recycled.

My first car was a 1959 Rambler Station Wagon for which I paid $100 in 1968. Loved that car. The looks did not matter at all.

Never had a car of my own until after my first divorce. ’68 Red and White Chevy Camaro. That car was WAY better to and for me than my ex ever was.

My first car was a 1967 Chevy Caprice Classic, no radio, 70,000 miles, and everything was falling apart. I paid $150 for it in 1975, and it lasted one year before it just couldn’t be fixed anymore.

Ah, the memories of a first love!

Did the car have a name?