A Ford F-250 “Highboy” and a boy
I was young the first time I saw a 4x4 doing 4x4 things. It was the early ’70s and the area where I lived in northern Illinois had been sucker punched by a brutal snowstorm. The city was paralyzed. My parents’ cars were trapped in the garage, which didn’t matter because they wouldn’t have gotten very far in the deep snow anyway. I recall standing in the middle of our street, in the frigid cold, and there was no traffic. This was fascinating to the young me because it was usually busy. The plow had been by a few hours prior, but the street was again covered in several inches of snow and there were only a couple of faint outlines of hours-old tire tracks. As the young me stood…
