I was born in Cleveland, Ohio and when I moved to mid-Missouri many years ago I took a buckeye with me for good luck. Always carried it around in my briefcase for good luck. Never brought me any, but it was nice a thought
. Then about 10 years ago a dumb squirrel found it's way into my house. The only thing he nailed was that buckeye. My brother-in-law cornered him in a screened in porch and nailed him back with a whiffle ball bat
. No more buckeye, but no more squirrel either. But I still had a little luck left. That week I found a 1961 Belair sport coupe with a 348 that started my fascination with the Great "W"
.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
TomK