Before Linda and I got married six months after I took a job with Union Carbide in Charleston, I lived in an apartment with three other boys. One morning I woke up with my car missing. I called the State Police, who informed me that it had been repossessed and told me where it was. My best friend at Carbide, Denzil Walker, took me to the big garage that was holding the new car. They of course did not want me to take the car. I had the key and got in the car to leave but one of the employees blocked the exit. I raced the engine and kept bumping him a little before he moved out of the way and I drove away. My friend was awed by what transpired and loved to tell the story of how I reclaimed my car. What led up to this was on the way to Georgia my old car broke down and my Dad had to drive about 100 miles to pick us up. A day or so later he went to the local Ford Dealer and got me a new Ford Falcon. When I got back to Morgantown I send them a check to pay off the balance. They had added a lot of extra charges which I thought were unfair and I refuse to pay. This led to the car being repossessed and my recapturing it. I sent them a letter in which I use the term “money mad mongrel.” I heard nothing more from them.
