When Ken and I went in to the little town of Port Burwell for lunch on our Vienna Day, we saw this oldie goldie parked out front. (No, we did not eat at the LCBO!) I don't know the year of this Chevy, but I think it's only a little older than the 1961 Impala my dad owned when I was a toddler. I have dim memories of riding in that car of his - am I really that old?
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