Tupelo?!?! Until a recent investment I didn't realize Tupelo even existed! (sorry. I'm not an Elvis history buff.) I've made some great friends, had some excellent food, was consrcipted as an Ole Miss supporter. Now I see they have old tin nearby? Where can I sign up for this tour?
Years ago (1972) my wife and I took a "car drive" out west from Mobile Al one Saturday morning. We ended up outside a little burg named Moss Point in MS. As we drove down a country road we saw a little house next to the road with a barn next door across the driveway. Sitting in front of that barn were three stacks of railroad ties. On top of the first stack was a super nice 40 Willys coupe, the second stack was holding up a 51 Ford Crestliner, and for the life of me I can't recall what was on stack number three. As we drove by I looked back in the rearview mirror and was flabbergasted to see a 36 Chevrolet Sedan Delivery sitting on the side of that same barn. That made me put on the brakes and turn around. The old house had a broad porch and I parked in the drive next to it. I got out and went to the door and knocked and got no response. I did hear some noise down the drive though. As I walked up the drive under a canopy of trees I noticed both sides were lined with Model A and Model I frames in piles. Wow I've hit the jackpot! I called out and a fierce looking old fella in Kant-Bust'ems came walking up the drive. I could see in the garage buidling behind him a number of old cars and several other guys looking down the drive at me. When he got close I greeted him and asked if he would sell any old cars or parts. He looked up at me and said "Boy, you'd best be getting out of here right now." then tuned on his heel and started back down the driveway. It didn't take me very long to get to the truck and get out of there. I told my wife what he had said and asked her why she thought he would talk like that, after all we were both old car guys. She told me to look in the mirror and started laughing. I had a shoulder length head of hair and a mustache and beard. OHHHHHHHHHH.
There is an old guy near here with a lot of old 50s cars in his junk yard that is like that. If you have long hair or a beard he will not talk to you. And he doesn't like tatoos or people who talk funny. Not many people like that left anymore.....thank goodness.
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