For members of my generation, tales of the Mustang they should have hung onto are almost as heartfelt as those of the Mickey Mantle cards their mothers tossed. So nothing about Maggie’s story surprised me, until her assertion that hers was a ‘63. “The first Mustang was a ‘64 ½,” I told her. A couple days later, she came back to the café and asked, “Did Pontiac have a Firebird?”
Indeed, Pontiac did – but it debuted in 1967.
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There things had stood, until the other day, at a memorial service clear across town, when a speaker recalled the Firebird the deceased had received for her 16th birthday. Which, I quickly calculated, via reference to the program, had been in 1961. So either (a) she had been lying about her age – in an uncommon direction – for 60 years, or (b) all of Berkeley was gripped by mass delusion.
So, people – channeling my inner Gail Collins – can we agree that the Google-verifiable truth is that a “sporty Pontiac early ‘60s” existed, but it was the Lemans (sic).
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Plus Oswald killed Kennedy.
And Biden beat Trump.