This week, another contribution from my roving Back Bay correspondent A Proper Bostonian, who spotted this very old pickup truck a couple of months ago.
I admit to being sort of stumped by this one. I think it's a Ford from the early 1950s, the period before the first F-100, when it was just called the F-1. Admittedly, it's a little hard to be sure without seeing the front, but I think that's a F-1 badge just behind the fender.
Some Assembly Required is based just north of Boston, on the first floor of a nice two-family a mere minute's walk from the bus stop. He has one spouse, zero kids (and holding), and one dog, a retired racing greyhound who lives a ridiculously pampered existence.
He's a lifelong New Englander (though all four grandparents were originally New Yorkers), having come of age in the leafy, idyllic suburb of Warwick, RI. He's old enough to have watched The Brady Bunch when it was first on the air, but young enough that he didn't have lustful feelings for Marcia until it went into reruns.
He spends far too much time and energy thinking about clothes, shopping, wristwatches, TV shows, old cars, Christina Hendricks, and the area's bakeries and doughnut shops. He swears he's going to get around to watching the last season and a half of Battlestar Galactica one of these days.