Detroit has brought back the Dodge Dart. I had one of those, a long, long time ago–in fact, it was a 1966 model, which I shared with my year-older sister It was purchased for $600 of a summer’s worth of babysitting earnings.
When I was growing up in Georgia, you could get your driving learner’s permit at fifteen, and your driver’s license at sixteen. For teenagers growing up in a split level suburbia that only a few years before had been cow pastures , this rite of passage was a necessary evil for taking in the bright lights of the big city some thirty miles away: Atlanta.
A Dodge Dart was my second car, too. When my sister totaled the first one, I got a shot at crashing the second one.
What can I say? Fast women and country roads. There’s got to be a song in that.
More proof that what comes around goes around? My children–two years apart, in age–inherited the family car. No outright totals, but poor little Simple Green (the name of the little Honda Civic; rarely saw a cleaning so the name is truly ironic) had enough bashes and dings that the only one who’d want it after they outgrew it was our mechanic–
For his daughter.
It’s the circle of car life, I guess.
Speaking of retro, the latest novel in my Housewife Assassin series — Book 5, Vacation to Die For, has a lot of retro pop culture references that are fun to spot. Some characters are based TV shows from the 1970s, whereas others are taken movies from the 1960s: one was a vacation-themed romance, and the other a political farce. If you pick it up, see if you spot these inside jokes.
The savvy reader will also catch onto several James Bond references–but with a humorous twist (shaken, not stirred).
I had a lot of fun with this one. Neither my heroine, Donna Stone, nor I got a vacation this summer, but hanging out together more than made up for it. If you happen to pick it up, I hope you agree.
Feel free to read the excerpt, and to enter my
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Hope you’re not working too hard, and have had a chance to slip away for some sun and some fun. If so, go ahead: make me jealous! Where did you go, and what did you do?
Wish we were there,