My father was an unabashed classic car enthusiast. He got his first hot rod at age 15. He ran it into a tree, went flying over the windshield, dusted himself off and a life-long love affair with the automobile was born. Growing up we had a constant stream of “new” old cars parked in our driveway. [...]
While browsing the Vintage Paper Fair last weekend in Glendale, John spotted these lovelies. We collect all kinds of ephemera and photos, and have a weakness for anything that captures that special human-canine bond. These photos are decades old and long-ago discarded, but the affection between the subjects is still palpable.