I will often think about who bought my car when it was new, about the babies it brought home from the hospital, about the first dates, I don't know, about it's history.
Something like this park lamp I pulled off today. This is a super original car and this light has never been off since the day it was put on in Kenosha Wisconsin back in 1959. I unbolted it and had to think about the guy (I don't think there were any women there back then) who bolted this light. I picture this guy, 25ish years old making a living for this family. He is the last guy who have held this light in his hand and turned these nuts to hold it on.
I wonder where he is at now?
I just wonder about this stuff, don't mind me.