so I was four when we come down from montreal, dad buying a four door two tone Chevy in detriot... I already knew the words to "that's amore" as we tooled down route 66 to the city of angels... tool and die maker machinist aircraft pilot with skills and a disease that needed warmth to cure.
That ol' 54 went everywhere with kids piled in the back and sites to see... fond memories of a father to remember.. miss ya dad or as everybody called him, Louie...
a show thinkin' of dad and dad's out there... mixing a song or two, a tribute, a comment and more... juke joint @ 3pm