My Grandpa was born at the turn of the century; he's still alive today and although he doesn't tell stories like he used to, I would sit and talk with him for hours upon hours about the good 'ol days.
He'd often say, "Rob, I'm glad you asked, not many do, so let me tell you........" I would just love to hear his stories of the dirty 30's. What a time!
Somewhere around 1915, when he got his drivers license (good for life, ha) it was called a chauffeurs license and he explains how it would be similar to someone having a pilots license today. He was one of the very few to first have one.
Good write up tabs, thanks!
