Jefferson Martin

Jefferson Martin

Musings about old Volvos and the meaning of life.

I’m a Junkyard Dog

When restoring old, out of production, cars you learn to habit junkyards and make friends with the genetically cranky folks who work there. Today I traveled to my favorite, albeit secret, graveyard for Volvo 240 elephants and found a pristine dark blue carpet set which will fit Moose perfectly. The location of this parts trove

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Sweet Innocence

In that time of widespread innocence, the 1950’s, I read an article in Life magazine that trumpeted a possible cause for cancer: dishwashing soap. Oh, happy day! Where there’s a cause, a cure can’t be far behind.  Within innocence is an expectation of a simple answer to a complicated problem. Since cancer rates have continued

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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes..

Went to get my driver’s license renewed today. While this might have been an event to mark on the calendar when I was seventeen, this day flowed directionless, toward nowhere and with no need of mention. The license renewal process was actually quite painless and I was amused, as most folks are, by the carnival-quality

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Equivalancy.

How have we become so equivalent? How have we arrived at a place where the margins of victory in political election are razor thin? How have we become so equivalent about all things political? It seems that we no longer accept the premise of voting for a candidate not of one’s party when it seems

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Will future generations give us thanks?

Will future generations give us thanks? With the onset of winter and the holidays I am thankful to the pioneers and pilgrims who helped found this great nation. And, I’m just glad to still be alive surrounded by an extended family whom I love greatly. I began reading The Meaning of the 21st Century by

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The Shazzam School

We have re-entered the Rococo age of automobile design, I think. As a disclaimer, my favorite car of all times is a Volvo 240 – a car sympathetically described as a Kleenex box on wheels. These days I putter down the road in my 240 in a state of Bauhaus bliss gazing at oncoming autos

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One Year On….

Annus Mirabilis. Get your mind out of the gutter! The title of this post is actually a translation from the Latin as “wonderful year” and has little to do with pressed hams against yellow school bus windows or anything remotely resembling Kurt Vonnegut’s radial bum sketches. And, boy, what a great year it has been.

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Test Driving Me

I am still trying to wake up from my drive from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh and back yesterday. The six hundred mile adventure for a business meeting offered a chance to test drive Moose the 240 Volvo after his dashboard teardown to replace a failed heater fan motor. Everything was fine. The trip was also a

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