When I was a kid in Iowa, we had a Chevy just like this. Ours was the same baby blue, even the roof. We drove out to Oregon in it and sold it when we moved to New York City in 1962.
An old Thunderbird in front of Newport's last strip joint, the Brass Ass. When I arrived in town, there were close to twenty of them.
A really hot looking Studebaker in front of my old hang out, Peyton Place. Best breakfast in town.
Wild orange pickup in front of Kamp's Carpets, 6th and Monmouth.
This blog is mostly about the bricks in the wall I am building behind my house on Lexington Ave. in Newport, although many pictures are of friends and places. Enjoy.