Quotes About Packard

We piled into the car, a 1955 Packard Clipper the color of canned peas that my mother had named Lizzie.

Rain pounded on the Packard, reverberating through the car and into her bones. The wipers going full speed, banging on the steel frame of the windshield like a metronome out of control, she still could not see more than a few feet in front of her.

The next morning Sadie helps me into her cream-colored Packard sedan