On this day in 1972 I broke my right foot playing football in the alley behind my house. I jumped in an attempt to catch a pass (I didn’t catch it) and when I landed my foot hit loose pavement, twisted awkwardly—the bottom of the foot twisted up—and a bone broke. I know this had to have happened after 6 PM. How do I know? For the same reason I wouldn’t let anyone take me to the hospital until 8 PM: Dragnet.
Every weekday for a long time I watched two episodes of Dragnet. One was at 5:30 PM on a Baltimore station (I was born and raised in Baltimore) and another, not the same episode, at 7:30 PM on a Washington, DC station. This was pre-cable, pre-satellite, pre-streaming. The day I broke my foot, I soaked it in a bucket of ice water until the 7:30 PM episode ended and then I went to the hospital where my foot was put in a cast.
I was not a wishy-washy person. If I liked something I REALLY liked it and if I disliked something I REALLY disliked it. As I age, that tendency has diminished somewhat. Bill James (yes, I am dropping his name again) once wrote in an email something to the effect that as we age we grow less passionate, but more obsessive. For someone with OCD tendencies like me, that has not been a good development, but I am who I am.
From hardrocker78.deviantart.com a picture of a 1961 Studebaker Lark VIII Regal convertible. One of these, but not this particular one, was offered for sale at the Mecum auction in Indianapolis that is still taking place. The car offered at Mecum had a flamingo pink exterior (Mecum does not allow the online pictures from its actual lot descriptions to be captured, otherwise I would have shown that car) with a white interior and a white top. It was not all stock as it had Boyd Coddington wheels and probably some other modifications. Only 1,002 of the Lark VIII Regal convertibles were produced in 1961, by which time it was becoming apparent that Studebaker was probably not going to survive. (Studebaker sales declined from about 120,000 in 1960 to 60,000 in 1961.) The Mecum car did not sell at a high bid of $19,000.
For the nth time (actually, probably the nth + 50), I am fascinated by defunct American car makes. A famous saying is that if you build a better mousetrap the world will beat a path to your door. I don’t believe that axiom always applies. Many companies have gone belly-up while building good or even great products.