It was an old white Ford Crown Victoria station wagon with red leather seats, and red rust on the bumpers to match.
My father-in-law Danny Vasturo gave it to me when he had to give up driving due to Alzheimer’s.
I had four daughters and about 4,000 bills.
The car was free, and I took it.
My Eagles alumni status gets me invites to some very nice golf tournaments at fancy clubs, with plenty of fancy cars.
Many times I would bypass the “bag drop” area. where tournament workers and fans would gather to greet the “celebrities” checking in and dropping off their clubs, sneaking in the back of the parking lot and carrying my bag to the area.
I didn’t want anyone to see the car I was driving.
Until one day I was fed up, and I swore to myself I was going to work as hard as necessary to make sure I could afford a better car.
So many times in life, the REASON to do something makes all the difference.
When I started this magazine, my reason was that I had a wife and four daughters and couldn’t afford to fail.
With the help of my business partners, I figured it out.
Who would have thought that any success I may have had would be due to an old broken down jalopy of a car?
Danny gave it to me out of love.
And I am sure he had his reasons.
