Thinking back to my childhood, I guess I was both at times, but as I matured that all faded away. I have no jealousy or envious bones in my body as of today. Growing up, my family was considered well off thanks to my paternal grandfather, who came to this country from Greece.
However, even though I got most of what I would asked for, I would still be envious or jealous of my best friend, Bruce, if he would get an item I wanted, but never asked for. That doesn’t mean I would ask for it, I knew the envy and/or jealousy would eventually go away, so I waited.
When he got his car first, I was seething with envy. He got a black/white ‘57 Chevrolet 2-door HT. I wanted one like it, but my dad refused to buy me one. So, I took $50 out of my cigar box where I kept my spending money and bought a jalopy, 1950 Olds Rocket 88. I put what seemed like tons of money in that old heap. It was fun to work on and also very educational for me and my dad.
I remember Dad becoming so frustrated when we were trying to repair the emergency brake that he went out and bought a Chilton manual for my car. Dad said he was ready to fix anything on my “money pit.”
It was because of that car we bought a scissor and a floor Jack, 2 jack stands, some tools we didn’t have, a case of oil 10W30, a slide hammer and many other special tools and a truckload of parts.