My first beer with dad.
“Boy, this driving can make you thirsty. How ’bout we all crack some beers? Andy?”, “Sure Pop!”. “Catherine? Are you in?”, “No thanks, I just had one.” I know this can’t be what I’m looking at, but it sure looks like that’s what I’m looking at! The car is a 1947 Ford and either the beer drinker with the rolled up pant legs was responsible for the un-Ford port holes on the front fender or he bought it this way. Ford never had these — Buick, yes, Ford, no.