albert and his car

there are many stories about albert and his car. perhaps it has to do with the fact that he learned to drive quite late in life. perhaps it has to do with the strawberry pink colour of the rabbi's car, or the fact that one could see the lines on the road through the rusted out bottom.

i am not so good about cars, but he told me it was a hudson nash rambler. my favourite story about this car was when he was a rabbi in wilkes-barre, pa. the synagogue was building a new building, and he packed the confirmation class into his car to drive them to the new site. he parked, got out, and began describing where all the new bits would be. when he turned around for a reaction, there were no students. there was also no car. he had not put on the handbrake and, since he had parked next to the hole dug for the foundations, the car had slid slowly to the bottom of that hole, with the students still inside. everyone was fine, but a crane had to pull the car out.