It was right after Labor Day in 1985 when I moved into my Freshman dorm at engineering school. And there it was: this beautiful 1963 Thunderbird. I figured it belonged to some wealthy student’s dad and would be gone shortly. But instead, it stayed, day after day.
Turns out that the Dean of Students, who lived with his family in an apartment in our dormitory, owned it and drove it regularly. And he usually parked it in a space directly across from my second-floor room’s windows. It was the perfect view!