And here I thought it was for holding my wife's hat . Seems to work well for that.

As for the old days, I can remember as a Summer camp counselor for the JCCA, we used to tow youngsters around in an old stake body flatbed truck through the Ozark back roads. Arms flailing thru the sides, kids bouncing on the hard wooden deck, a wild, unsecured ride.

The speed limit on these twisty rocky knobbed roads was 55 MPH. Rather optimistic but ,,,,,, I tried.

Never lost a kid over the side, never had one get hurt by passing branches or rocks as I, a teenage driver, barreled through the rocky roads and wooded hills of Southwest MO.

The kids, no less the worse for wear, had a carefree ball.

Today, the very thought would be unheard of.


roadster with a stick