To be perfectly honest, I don’t know what make of car this is. And I’m not going to go to any effort to find out. I’m just going to study the photo and try to piece together some history from what I see. It’s all guesswork from this point forward.
His name is Floyd, but his friends called him “Flood.” Her name is Edith. “Flood” would often place Edie on the hood of his car and drive into town to shop for pants that weren’t so dang short on him. Although he shopped every week for years and years, he never found a pair of pants that fit. I think that’s why they called him “Flood.”
Edie was happy to just come along for the ride but spent much of her time, while in town, searching for a barber who could fix what was growing on Flood’s head (it’s what she’s staring at in the photo). Sadly, she, too, came away empty week after week.
This is Leonard (well, it could have been), and Lenny gets the CLY (Car Lover of the Year) Award for coming home from work and immediately breaking out the Simoniz to take care of a large, greasy bird poop splat on his hood — all while wearing a dress shirt and tie — and while completely ignoring his son and the little birthday balloon in his hand. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a textbook car lover you’re looking at.
INTERESTING LITTLE UPDATE: The kid sadly never knew his father, but grew up to be a successful author and penned several books on the art of parenting. The dad got divorced. The mom got his shiny ’46 Ford.