While home for a funeral the week before Christmas, we gathered at my Aunt's house for family visitation.  My cousin, who this last summer had lost his dad, and I started talking about current things we where doing.  I started talking about knives.  He said follow me, we got up went into his old gun cabinet back in his old room.  He pulled out a old Puma fixed blade hunting knife.  He procceded to tell me a story I had never heard.  My father had bought a 1970 something El commino, the silly half car half truck thing.  Well a few months later, he decided to join the army to get away from my Grandpa and the endless labor of the farm.  He sold the car to my Uncle, my cousin's dad.  He drove it through high school, and sold it after getting married to a gentleman a few miles away.  Well the car was out of anyones mind until I had turned 16 and my dad started looking for me a vehicle.  While standing in line at a store my dad saw the gentleman my uncle had sold the car to for the first time since the car became his.  They started talking and low and behold that El commino was sitting in his garage.  He had put about 10,000 miles on it in 20 years.  My dad asked if he would sell it and to my Horror the guy said yes.  I being a farm boy wanted a truck not a half truck half car, but a truck!!  We followed the gentleman home, there under a tarp in his garage sat this cauck I called it  car truck  cauck!!!  My dad was in full blown nestalgia, talking about dates and road trips in this  cauck.  I thought omg I am going to have to drive this thing to school.  I am not kidding I was mortified.  Well luckily he asked and I was honest and he was heart broken, but we walked away.  We got home and he told my brother who had just gotten out of the service and I guess had some money from his discharge.  He and dad went and bought that car.  While cleaning it out he happened to raise the seat up and was vaccuming and felt something.  He pulled out a knife which my dad recognized right away.  He grabbed it up and ran down to my uncles and presented him with the knife.  I guess he had gotten it as a graduation present, and had lost it he thought.  It had sat in the car in the guys garage, and finally found its way back.  I was floored, at my cousins story, I was around but I guess I was so scared that cauck was going to end up mine I must have been hiding some where.  It brought some happiness to me during a sad time and I just wanted to share with you.  Please don't start a like or don't like cauck thread,   :)