11 April 2008
Fleetwood Bro-Ham
My dad bought my mom one of these to replace the lemon Buick station wagon he had replaced her Chrysler New Yorker wagon with. Her Fleetwood Brougham was white, with a black vinyl roof (that once ripped off coming down Monteagle Mountain on I-24).
I recall my brother and me riding up to Nashville with my dad to pick it up. On the day after Bobby Kennedy got shot. Our maid Jennie—a wonderful woman who I learned much from, but who would've been dismissed at that time as my mom's colored girl, as they would say back then, and nothing more—came into my room that morning and told me, "Well, they shot our man."
I always—always—hated that car.
I recall my brother and me riding up to Nashville with my dad to pick it up. On the day after Bobby Kennedy got shot. Our maid Jennie—a wonderful woman who I learned much from, but who would've been dismissed at that time as my mom's colored girl, as they would say back then, and nothing more—came into my room that morning and told me, "Well, they shot our man."
I always—always—hated that car.
Labels: assassination, bobby, brougham, buick, cadillac, chrysler, fleetwood, kennedy, monteagle, new yorker, robert, station wagon
