On summer Thursday nights, the classic cars roll into downtown New Bedford. The city blocks off parts of Acushnet Ave. for some of the cars, and there are more parked in the Customs House parking lot. Most of the cars are from the 1950’s and 1960’s Of course there are DJs playing rock and roll songs from the 1950’s and early 1960’s.
“One o’clock two o’clock…” “…my loooove will…”
From our apartment window, I can watch as people walk back and forth from where they parked their cars, to where they can see the classic cars. Lots of families with children. Lots of people a decade or two older than I am, which means they are going to look at cars from their childhood. For our apartment window, I can hear two different DJs about equally well, which leads to some odd combinations of lyrics…
“…hey Mickey…” “…under the Boardwalk…”
If you want, you can walk around, look at the cars and talk with their owners, and buy fried dough and hot dogs and lemonade, and wander past the booths where you can buy all kinds of tchotchkes. Now it’s starting to get dark, and you can hear the DJs winding it down over there. Maybe I should have gone over and checked out the scene, but I decided to eat dinner at home instead of having hot dogs and fired dough.
“bah-bah-bah-bah-bahbahbahm….” “…whoa-oa-oa oooh…”
There’s always next Thursday.