in this story, there was a man named Norman, he gripped the wheel of his 1963 Cadillac Eldorado. He had bought a classic green convertible when he was 65 years old. The car, a certain extravagance, is a statement of his freedom from a fat, blond and arrogant wife for thirty years. Only the arrogant young seller was as happy as Norman the day he drove the car out of the parking lot.
Norman will always remember that day of indescribable joy; up with the top down, his left arm hugging the top edge of the driver's side door and his ringless hand knocking on the rhythm of Elvis singing "You're nothing but a dog hound," blaring from an oldies station on the radio.
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