Cigar Musings

Cruising around Facebook and I saw the link to this cool Packers Truck and for some reason that I can’t explain, I started feeling nostalgic. Memories of my Dad’s old 1958 Ford Panel Truck that was fondly named “The Mule” came to mind. Actually, “The Mule” belonged to my Uncle Jerry who then, sold it to my Uncle Earl who aptly named the old truck “The Mule” and for some reason, don’t recall how or why but, my Dad ended up with The Mule. I remember my Dad created by hand a wooden bench seat to place in the back of the truck that could be folded down into a bed. We were planning on using it as a camper; however, he never completed the project. The bench seating was built, never installed into the truck. The Mule wasn’t as pretty or nice as that Packers Truck; however, The Mule was gorgeous in my eyes. Beauty is in the Eyes of the Beholder. I don’t remember much about what size engine The Mule had, I do remember it used to be a column shift (stick) and my Uncle Earl converted it to a stick on the floor. The Mule was the first vehicle I learned how to drive and out of all the cars my family had at the time, The Mule was the car I wanted to take out cruising on a Friday or Saturday night. My Dad always wanted to refurbish it but, like all good things, it had to come to an end. The Mule eventually ended up in our back field rusting in peace and eventually, it was hauled away to a junk yard. The Mule was ugly but, I remember every time I took her out for a drive people were excited to see her. Rust in Peace Mule. You are sorely missed.

Light’em Up!!!