Jon Reed

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Name: Jon Reed
Date registered: January 25, 2015

Latest posts

  1. Bug-eye Sprite — June 15, 2017
  2. A Friend’s Hot Rod — May 15, 2017
  3. Rocket Oldsmobile — April 15, 2017
  4. Disconnects — February 15, 2017
  5. Summer Camp – Part Two — January 15, 2017

Most commented posts

  1. Trombone — 5 comments
  2. A Pratt & Whitney Engine — 5 comments
  3. Appendix — 5 comments
  4. Jury Duty — 5 comments
  5. Hunter — 4 comments

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Jun 15

Bug-eye Sprite

I needed a car to commute to Flint, Michigan’s General Motors Institute after high school, but had yet to earn a paycheck from my sponsor, Cadillac Motor Car Division. All I had from teen year’s odd jobs and newspaper deliveries was $1500, so a co-op educational program would be the only way to attend college. …

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May 15

A Friend’s Hot Rod

    By Jon Reed   Kenny’s father left Thursday afternoon for a three-day weekend business trip to Chicago, and Kenny said we could change his family’s car into a hot rod for the weekend. He had somehow found a more-powerful, triple-barrel carburetor and racing manifold to install, so we could go street-racing and no …

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Apr 15

Rocket Oldsmobile

 By Jon Reed  Back in High School, my best friend Denny’s father had a relatively new 1956 “Rocket” Oldsmobile with a high horsepower engine for its time. I couldn’t figure out why his father bought it, knowing his son’s wayward inclinations. Do people put dogs next to a hundred dollars-worth of steak and tell them …

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Feb 15

Disconnects

The fun part of marriage are the odd disconnects that make life interesting or, should we say, challenging. Years ago, for instance, we were shopping at a major suburban mall and I noticed there seemed to be few customers in the mall’s primary store, Lord & Taylor. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was …

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Jan 15

Summer Camp – Part Two

  Still on two week National Guard duty at Phelps Collins Air Base in the 1960’s, I was a lowly Airman Second Class manning our medical infirmary late at night. Sometime after ten o’clock, with the outside floodlight casting a harsh glare over the parking lot, several cars pulled up. Anyone arriving that late could …

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