I'm probably completely wrong about this, but I think kids are smarter and have different interests than those in my era.

All we cared about was the automobile and how to make it faster and cooler.

I still have my old report cards at home. When my four daughters were living at home, I had the report cards in a safety deposit box at the bank so the girls would never see them.  I actually did fairly well in school until April 11 of my sophomore year, the day I got my driver's license.

I bought a 1954 Ford (I have the exact replica). I could never make this car fast or low enough. Several guys my age were also car nuts. I remember the first thing we would try was to poke a torch under these cars. The springs would get hot and collapse. Most kids' cars had a bumper height of four to five inches.

High school boys today are interested in sports, grades, and college scholarships.

I can assure you, none of my friends and I had any interest in this stuff. We were interested in how fast these low slung cars would go and how much noise would come out of the dual exhaust.

My daughters got way better grades than I did but they could not drive any better. I bought them a 1970 Ford Maverick. They had it for three days when they took the front end off that car.

I went to a salvage yard near Kellogg. I knew the man that owned it. He had four Mavericks lined up in the back of the yard. I knew he had three daughters. He asked me how many daughters I had. I told him. He told me that, eventually, I would buy all four front ends.

I said, "No way."

The girls had four crashes in that car. They crashed into other cars twice, went off the road and into a creek, and the fourth time they took it through the gas station by the car wash and took out both of their gas pumps.

The owner of the salvage yard (Bill McBeth) was right. It took me three years but I bought all four Maverick front ends.