This is the 36 plymouth that Dad owned. It has 1945 PA tags on it. That was a very reliable car for many years.
That first Winter in Wildwood, we spent a lot of time under the boardwalk, especially under hunts pier and around that area. The place was more deserted than a ghost town. It was like we landed on some planet that lost all it's people. We had no idea of what it was like in the Summer when all the people returned.
A girl our age lived in our apartment building and we became good friends until one day we started a bonfire next to the garage. Lucky for us a neighbor saw it and put it out before the whole thing went up in flames. But the girl was never allowed to go near us again.
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