Thanks Joe. I still have little to write about station wagons. When I do I think of Dollie bringing me a sandwich, a beer, or just checking to see if I'm okay. I think of all the miles we spent in that old station wagon and the times she wandered through junk yards and swap meets looking for parts. Then those times we walked around at car shows and cruise nights. She knew I loved my old cars almost as much as I loved her. I go on line to forget............... It ain't workin! She was always in, beside, or under our wagon.