This is in response to Mark Desinger’s recent letter. Many years ago, I worked for a gentleman named Mr. C.R. Lewis. One morning a visitor came in to see Mr. Lewis. He arrived swearing.
I shall refrain from the exact words. ‘Who the heck owns that Japanese piece of garbage car,’ blah blah. He was livid.
It was my car he was upset about. A Datsun 510. A hush fell over the room. He finally calmed down. What would he have thought if he found out the Japanese car was owned by a (I shudder) German? From then on, this German parked her Japanese car farther down…