Humor

The Wishing Well

 

 

In Memory of J.B. Milano

 


Two Tone Dodge


It was the summer of 1957 when Mrs. Kennon asked me if I would paint their garage. Her husband Phil had broken his leg and was in a cast. She said; they would furnish the paint and brushes and all I had to do was just paint their garage. I told her if I could find some help I would do it. I called my buddy John Milano and gave him the low down on what Mrs. Kennon wanted done. He jumped at the chance and we both went over their house and struck a deal.


Several days later Mrs. Kennon called and said they bought the paint, new brushes and were ready for us to paint. We borrowed Henry Meachams 8ft. step ladder and Bobby Corey offered his dads 5ft. ladder. We started on the back side of the garage in the shade and as the Sun moved we painted in the shade. That afternoon Mrs. Kennon came out and said; she was going to pickup their son Bert from school. We were painting the front of the garage and had a 2x6 walk board between the two ladders so that we could cover more area with paint. We got down and stood to one side as Mrs. Kennon backed out her Green 1951 Dodge four door from the inside of the single bay garage.


What no one realized was that our walk board with a can of white paint and two brushes was lower than the top of the Dodge. She hit the walk board and over went the paint spilling on the back window and trunk. We screamed STOP!, to late the deed was done. Mrs. Kennon pulled the car forward and got out and looked like she had just seen a ghost. “What have I done” she sputtered, in the next breath she muttered “Phil is going to kill me,” by this time Mr. Kennon had hobbled to the back door on crutches and let out a stream of cuss words. John and I just stood there like a couple of store mummies stunned. Finally what seemed like forever everyone came to their senses. Mr. Kennon told us to get the turpentine and try to wash the white paint off the car with one of towels hanging on the close line. We did as instructed, but soon ran out of turpentine with more white paint still on the car. He handed us a five dollar bill and told us to go down to Larrys Hardware Store and get all of the turpentine we could get. Off we went on our bikes to the hardware store. We got back in about fifteen minutes with a basket half full of turpentine cans and began trying to remove the sticky paint from the car. John and I ran out of gas and Mrs. Kennon with help of their son Bert took over. Mr. Kennan called his sister and she picked up Bert and brought him home. John and I told Mr. Kennan we quit and grabbed the two ladders and trucked them to their homes. The next day we went back to the scene of the disaster. The 1951 Green Dodge was sitting in the driveway with a two tone green trunk lid and right rear fender trimmed in white. Seems the turpentine had also removed part of the green paint as it removed the white paint. We knocked on the door and Mrs. Kennon asked us in and apologized for their actions in the incident. Mr. Kennon laughed and said; yesterday was like a scene out of a movie. They said; they had insurance to cover the cost of a new paint job and payed John and I off. We left on good terms with them. For several weeks we saw the three tone Dodge coming up the street until it was repainted.