When I was fresh out of the Army, and full of demons and confusion, (I didn't know what PTSD was and neither did the govt. at that time), I was lost and living in my Pontiac hearse. Finally landed a crap job at a body shop and was able to sleep in their yard, plus I was able to use their equipment after hours, which allowed me to work on the old girl. Picture of the hearse. (only pic's I have was preparing to put a straight axle under it)

When I met my wife to be, (in a junkyard while hunting parts for the hearse), it turned out to be the best thing ever to happen in my life. 3 weeks later we got married, and the hearse had to go.

I replaced it with a 2 door 55 chevy wagon and we split for New Jersey. A year and a half later, me, a pregnant wife and 5 puppies loaded up the wagon and struck out for Vermont where I knew of an old abandoned homestead property site with water where we could live in the car until I found work. Now, 50 years later, it's all just some interesting memories, and the journey still goes on.