The Modernaire! Named after the singing group, perhaps – or the general concept of wonderful modern things both pink and purple. It was certainly the most modern thing in Fremont, at least for a while. Said the message:

“Wished you were along. Made over 500 miles and got here a little after 3:330 AM. The rolling hills of Western Iowa are really something. Came a different way then the way you and Mother came. It’s 92 degrees at 7 o’clock. Hi to all.

Roma.”

Gone now.