Sitting on my bedside table is a book I snagged from my parents. It's a collection of letters a couple of NY Times writers deemed the best letters of the 20th century. Each night before I pass out for six to eight hours and experience strange dreams several of you are often a part of (I won't go into detail), I read a few. I've found this one to be the most entertaining so far. A friend informed me no one knows the name Clyde Barrow. And I agree. I certainly wouldn't recognize the name alone. Clyde from Bonnie and Clyde.
Tulsa, Okla
10th April
Mr. Henry Ford
Detroit Mich.
Dear Sir: --
While I still have got breath in my lungs I will tell you what a dandy car you make. I have drove Fords exclusively when I could get away with one. For sustained speed and freedom from trouble the Ford has got ever other car skinned and even if my business hasen't been strickly legal it don't hurt anything to tell you what a fine car you got in the V8 --
Yours truly
Clyde Champion Barrow
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i had to google Clyde Champion Barrow to find out who it was.
ReplyDeleteIf he wasn't given a brief bio in the book, I would have had to also. I feel you.
ReplyDeleteweird--I wrote the same letter to IHOP last week about their omelettes
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