Charlotte NC: Granddaddy's 1978 GMC C10

Often when I come across a clean old original machine, I learn it's been passed down through the family, maybe for 2 or 3 generations. Like last week's 1960 Pontiac Ventura, up in Maine. I'm teaching screenwriting this week in the MFA program at Queens University, Charlotte. It's very green here, and warm. The school is in the middle of Myers Park, a lush, bankerish neighborhood. They sure go in for "traditional" and faux traditional architecture here in the South. Columns, up the wazoo... columns everywhere. Athens was never like this. Stately mansions, etc., all trying to look old money. But this town is a banking center so I guess a lot of the money is fresh. Anyway, walking along Selwyn Avenue yesterday with a couple of poets, Jon Pineda and Nick Lantz, and headed for Thai food, we came across this wonderful orange truck. The owner said it had been his grandfather's. Clean as a whistle, except the traditional C10 rust spots in the fender corners and on the leading edge of the hood. Love that orange though my iPhone camera read it as mostly red.