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| Photos by Stan Rolfsrud |
Looking up from the practice green today, Stan just about dropped his putter.
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Way off in the distance, as if in some kind of time warp, a gleaming 1931 Ford Limousine was parked under a canopy of spreading oaks, surrounded by eight other classic Model "A" Fords. Swept up in a rush of nostalgia, he picked up his balls and headed out for a closer look.
No one seemed to be paying much attention to this magical scene beneath the mossy branches. The owners were probably inside the nearby historic Acadian club house, having cocktails and a late lunch and maybe a meeting.
The phantom gray limousine with the burgundy stripe was clearly the Queen of the parking lot. A black trunk was belted to her rear bumper (at left), a shiny chain clasp held the immaculate Harvey Firestone spare tire in place. The spacious leather-trimmed interior boasted a fully-stocked bar and cooling fans for Prohibition-era passengers.
All the vintage vehicles in the gravel lot were classic Model A Fords. A pair of the coupes (at right) faced the famed art-deco bandstand across a lagoon, parked in classic Lovers' Lane positions. You could almost hear the distant muted cornet of a nifty jazz quartet rising off the water, and imagine young couples seated in Dad's Ford, laughing, smoking and . . . making out.
