Baby Talk

When he was only three, Billy and I would go for walks. He was just learning to talk.  One afternoon we were strolling down Lawrence Road and a beautiful antique car drove by. It caught my eye and Billy noticed. My excitement spilled over to little Billy and, in his very best baby talk, he said, “Car car.” 

Fifteen years later, Billy was walking down that same street with his new girl friend. On that sunny summer afternoon, the same car drove by. Antique cars are like that… they last for ever, and the older they get, the more beautiful they become. Billy whispered in her ear, “1954 Dodge.”  She could see that Billy loved antique cars.

Five years later, Billy and his new bride were walking down the same street when the same car drove by.  She had met Billy at a car show and they hit it off right away.  “What’s that one, Billy?” “1954 Dodge with a flat-head six and three speed semi-automatic tranny.”  She pressed her cheek into Billy’s arm and smiled that loving smile that new brides know so well. Her man knew a lot about antique cars.

Five years later Billy was a successful auto mechanic specializing in restoring antique cars. Not only could Billy tell you about the cars’ features and specs, he could fix ‘em! And now he owned that 1954 Dodge with the flat-head mill. And he also owned a ’52 Chevy with a visor and overhead cams. He was the ‘go-to guy’ for antique cars in the east end of Hamilton. 

Billy was visiting his father one sunny summer afternoon, showing off his little boy, who was just learning to talk. Granddad took little Billy junior out for a walk along Lawrence Road. When little Billy saw his Dad driving by in the old Dodge, he excitedly pointed his finger and shouted, “Car car!”  Granddad smiled.

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