American Hotrod

My grandpa is in the middle. He and his buddies built this car and raced it on the dry lake bed near Santa Monica. Grandpa was a gentle, unpretentious man. He was also hilarious and cracked us up constantly with his teasing. He would yell "Everybody Out of the Pool!" as he did a cannonball right next to me. Around 4pm every evening he would ask "What'll You Have?" and go to the ever-stocked liquor cabinet to make drinks. Those drinks were beautiful in thier gold highball glasses, complete with a few rhinestones, and a place to write each guests' name in pencil. I thought it was the fanciest thing in the world.