’57 Chevy   Call it a classic, call it a roadhog, or just accidentally cool, before cool was even born, back before postwar Progress ran aground in the ’60s, this jewel of engendering steel found its way from Detroit to Casper, and there it sat, patient in your grandma’s garage.                                                          You’d say we had some growing up to do, a brat like me, a brilliant fool, a dork, and you with your fresh-plumped womanhood, with your peaches ripe and ready — you knew a thing or two about love and boys and cars to teach me what would happen out on Hat Six Road that night we drove until I cracked the code.                                                for Ellen     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont July 2009