About 30 young men got on one side of the Packard and succeeded in flipping it over.
Folks were stationed with the Army in 1950s Japan.
My mom drove dad to Haneda for a trip to SK, but left the car in the street in front of our house.
Dad came home three days later in a taxi, stepped right over the big scorch mark on the pavement. His first words were, “What the hell happened to the Packard?”