Dave had a job at Kips grocery store in downtown Carmel, and one of his duties was to close it up Saturday nights. Visitors to the town would often stroll around window shopping after having dinner in one of the many restaraunts, and such was the case one summer night when I went down to meet Dave prior to going to a party or something. Well, as his '56 Ford's starter motor was on the fritz, he had parked it heading downhill at the corner of San Carlos and Ocean Avenue next to the market where we'd have plenty of room to push start it.
After he locked the market up, we started pushing the car across the intersection, trying to get up enough speed for him to pop-start it. Out of nowhere, two gentleman who had been strolling with their wives ran up and helped us push, and Dave was able to jump in the car and get it started. As I turned to thank the good Samaritans, I recognized that one of them was "The Ol' Pea-Picker" himself, Tennessee Ernie Ford.
Looking back, I wish I had remarked that the car felt like 16 tons.
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