Barrels of Oil and Buckets of Faith

By Rich H. Kenney, Jr. My first car was a 1951 Chevy Powerglide, a beastly machine my grandfather dubbed, The Boiler. I bought it for $ 80 in 1970, the summer I turned nineteen. It was a far cry from my father’s sleek ’66 Pontiac LeMans, which I occasionally got...