
“Back in the day, the family car was often born again as a hybrid truck,” a Stonington fisherman says. Illustration by Brian Robbins.
You know how much we dislike massive chrome-festooned pickup-trucks-glistening-on-steroids. And you know our thing for wheelbarrow trucks. This from Brian Robbins' wonderful piece in The Rising Tide–and thanks to Matt Dallet for the heads-up. "When I was a kid, you didn’t see a lot of new trucks on the Island. There were trucks, of course, but it was a big deal for a fisherman to have a brand-new right-off-the-lot pickup to lug lobster gear to the shore with. I have a dim memory of the truck my father had when I was little: a hulking black Dodge with a wooden flatbed body on the back..."
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