Frank's Ford Memory

The 1953 Ford owned by my first serious girlfriend occupies a pleasant spot in my memories. She (the girl) was pretty but not gorgeous and smart and that she could be attracted to me was more than I could hope. Three times a week she would drive me home from school and we would park and talk. I still remember the shape of the dash and the bench seats and the green color scheme. She's gone, the car is gone, but the memory remains.