[ggregg]

The only funny wagon story I have was in my grampas 1954 Plymouth.

My grampa never took care of his vehicles. Grammas was another story but the ones he drove were always filthy. Washing them was a waste of time and never bought anything that wasn't already 6 years old. He had this old rusty Plymouth wagon and him and I were out at the sod farm and cut some rolls of sod which we placed in the back of the wagon. He even set a couple rolls on the tailgate and I sat in the middle. When we were coming back to the road, he hit a small bump and the TAILGATE COMPLETELY FELL OFF, with me on it of course. He immediately turned around and came up with a very stern look on his face and his ever-present Camel hanging out of his mouth. He then laughed harder than I'd ever heard him laugh before, picked me up and asked if I was alright. We then drove home, placed the sod, and went to the Tastee Freeze for ice cream, in grammas mint 1956 Crown Vic. The Plymouth then went to the boneyard and he got another not quite so old wagon which he didn't get to drive much at all before he passed away from a bad fall, falling off the roof of our house while installing gutters. Live can be short, but the memories stay.