Johnny Mack Brown's horses name.

Good morning, it is February the 12th, just in case you didn't know. Not spring yet. I am totally ready for warm weather and sunny days. My two little friends are too. Though the cold weather doesn't seem to slow "I's" barking up much. it's not five yet but they both have been out and now are back in bed asleep. Oh for a dogs life.

A month or so ago I was laying in bed listening to one of my talking books. I believe I have mentioned before that I receive books from Wolfner Library for the visually impaired. My books are great and I usually listen at night. In the book this woman said to her husband,"Lets go for a picnic Sunday, and we can roll the windshield out and let the air blow in our faces." I sat up, rewind the tape a little and played it again. Somewhere back in my memory, I mean way back I could recall, a car with a windshield that rolled a little ways out. it was about 9:30 PM but I raced into the living room and called my brother. "Bud," I asked excitedly, "When I was little did we have a old car that the windshield rolled out?" He laughed. "Yeah," he said. "But Dad never liked Mom to roll it out because he thought it caused water to leak in when it rained," I told him about the book and what the woman had said. "It was that 1933 Pltymouth coupe," he told me. I hung up still amazed that I could remember a that car.I was very small when we had that coupe. Now I would like to please interject here that I was not born in the thirties. I was a forties child. it was the car made in the thirties.

Anyway yesterday I got to thinking about that car again and its windshield. How did you drive I thought with a windshield at a angle in front of your eyes. I called my brother again. I have wrote on here how quiet my brother is. I know he hates it when I call for my little chats that go on and on. But I fearlessly called him anyway. "Bud," I started out. ""I've been thinking about that coupe, you know the onethat the windshield cranked out.. How in the world did people drive with their windshields cranked out like that?" He laughed. "Well, people didn't drive that fast back then. Cars didn't go as fast as they do today. I don't think you could race down the highway today with a windshield cranked out. Sort of like those old suicide doors."

I listened up. Suicide doors, what was that?" 'Whats a suicide door," I asked. He went on to explain the doors was put on opposite of what regular doors were. They didn't stay popular very long, too dangerous he thought. Then he laughed," Like the time I opened the door while Mom was driving and was almost pulled out of the car." "You opened the door while Mom was driving?" He explained on those doors they opened where the hinges are on regular doors. He said Mom was driving down seventh. He felt like he wanted to spit.My Mom always drove. Bud said, "Dad would just open the door and spit when he felt the urge," Remember cars didn't go that fast back then. Bud said he was by the window and just decided he needed to spit. So he reached for the handle on the suicide door. And whoops that's almost what happened. He said the wind caught that door and because he still had hold of the handle it threw him forward and he started out the door. Mom threw on the brakes. He said both him and her were scared to death. "Never open a suicide door when the car is moving," he added.

We talked about the old cars a little longer.. "Well Bud ," I said.. "Thanks for letting me pick your brain again." "Oh that's alright," he said. "There's just not much left to pick these days.." But he added,"If you ever want to know Johnny Mack Brown's horses name, just give me a call. I can tell you that." So folks I just thought I would pass that bit of information along.. If you are ever in dire need of knowing what the name of Johnny Mack Browns horse. Please just give my brother Bud a call.He'll be more than glad to tell you.