We didn't entirely believe our dad when he told us he was purchasing an old fire truck. Although he had a fondness for antique cars and motorcycles, my brother and I weren't sure whether to believe he had gone off to add a 1939 Mack fire engine to his revolving collection.
My brother and I spotted it: a 1939 Mack fire engine, faded red, rounded fenders, slowly rolling up 100th Street. Dad was at the wheel, announcing his homecoming by stepping on the siren button just to the right of the gas pedal.