Another friend of Dad’s worked for Ford Motor Company. I really liked this guy. He came by one day with a brand new 1964 1/2 tangerine red Mustang convertible and asked if we wanted a ride. Being a car nut, this was a dream come true. Mustangs at the time were so new that  few people had ever seen one before. Even the ads on TV didn’t actually show the cars – it just hinted that they were coming. Ford dealerships hid the cars from view, and when they were finally allowed them to be seen, the dealers were packed with people wanting to catch a glimpse. When we were riding around Pennington and Princeton, I truly felt like a celebrity. People on the sidewalks would point and stare. Kids fell off their bikes in disbelief. As an added gift, he gave us three boys the first Mustang plastic models I’d ever seen. It was a great day indeed! Two years later, my father surprised me by picking me up at school in a brand new 1966 4-door Lincoln convertible with the suicide doors. Celebrity had come again. I always fanaticized about some day my father working for Ford himself. I think he always liked cool cars. During this time he bought a couple of used cars for Mom. One was a 1958 Chrysler Imperial with dual headlights, enormous torpedo fins, and a hemi engine, and then later bought a 1962 Thunderbird with the bucket seats and a steering wheel that could be moved to the side. Cool cars indeed.