SUNDAY DRIVER

And happily agreeing with Stacy's parents.

The Pontiac Firebird was the car of my dreams in 1984.

It was such a sporty, cool car! My dream car was a burnt umber color with a huge yellow and orange phoenix with outstretched wings on the hood. That year, I was not thinking about George Orwell’s predictions of impending doom. I could think of only one thing—getting my first car.