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Chevy, acquired after mar-
riage. It was the vehicle I us-
ed to teach my young bride to
drive. She recalled often that
I was a nervous teacher, often
warning her "the curbs are
not made of rubber."
I did not acquire a driver's
license fon about a year or
more after acquiring the
Dodge. My wife wanted a
license often. She thought it
would help her if she asked a
dear friend, Jim Devlin, star
Federal Reporter of the

Philip Slomovitz

Editor Emeritus of The Jewish News

welve
presidents
changed residences at
the White House from
the time I bought my first
Dodge in 1920 until I stopped
driving due to loss of sight —
from 1930 to the early years
of Reagan.
My first auto was an open
Dodge, with removable cur-
tains that needed attaching
for inclement weather. It was
a power vehicle. I once swung
around on a slippery pave-
ment, circling into a brick
building. I backed up and
went on; there wasn't even a
scratch on the vehicle. An
auto like today's could not
survive such a smack —
neither could I. I had it for a
number of years and man-
aged to resort to cranking.
Even in sub zero weather, I
had the energy for it.
Then came the four door

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They met at police head-
quarters on Broadway. We
didn't utter a word. She went
through the test after the
several days of lessons. Then
the examining cop asked her
"How far do you park from a
hydrant?"
"A couple of hundred feet,"
she replied. "That's just fine,
if you can find a parking
space."
She got her license, went to
the car with Jim Devlin, look-

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down payment on and com-
pletely paid for my own, a
1955 two-door blue Chevy.
Never before had I felt so good
about anything as much as I
did about this little car!
I was so full of a sense of ac-
complishment and felt so very
grown up! I felt very adult
and very proud of myself for
having done such an adult
thing.
I loved that car and it will
always remain a most impor-
tant, most inspiring moment
of my life . . . a turning point
from little girl to "MATURE
WOMAN" . . . when I bought
my car!

ed at The hydrant and space
on the street and laughed her
head off at her own answer.
For years, she took delight in
the experience.
From Harding in 1920, to
Reagan in 1980 . . . and An-
na became my driver. That's
the story from open Dodge to
Oldsmobile, from 600 dollars
to 3,000 dollars.

Florine Mark

President of W. W. Group, Inc.

At 16 years old, I put a

Vic Bizer

Attorney

I was 15 years old when I
bought a 1922 Ford. The
salesman taught me to drive.
"You are doing very well,"
said the salesman. "Drive
yourself home," he added.
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