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To understand Dillan’s keen interest in the photo of his Granddad with the 1950 Cadillac, you’d have to know a bit of the history between Dillan & his Granddad. They didn’t always get along, & Dillan now regrets not making more of an effort to understand his Grandad’s side of some issues, such as the time when Dillan’s Granddad almost sold Dillan’s favorite boyhood house to the County so a new subdivision, complete with stores, could be built. Dillan fought hard for his Granddad to not sell it, not fully realizing the dire financial straits his Granddad was enduring at the time. In the end, the house was not sold, Dillan helped with his Granddad’s finances & Dillan’s Granddad was grateful his grandson had badgered him so much about even thinking about selling the homestead. But, Dillan still regretted being such a pain about it.

Memories & thoughts like these kept Dillan awake most of that night & early morning, such that he was up & out of the hotel room by 7a, nearly an hour before Whitley even stirred. He drove around a little bit, then pulled into the local newspaper office’s parking lot just before 7:30a. He took a deep breath, grabbed the old newspaper clipping, looked it over again, & headed inside, where he was promptly greeted by a woman he guessed to be slightly older than himself.

“How may I help you…?,” the woman asked, eyeing Dillan with a what-are-you-doing-here look.

“Well, I have this newspaper clipping, & I was hoping someone might be able to help me find out more about the photo in it,” Dillan half-cautiously replied.

The woman took a glance at the clipping, eyed Dillan again & said: “You’ll want to talk to Fred. He’s the resident historian, well, unofficial, that is, but he’ll be able to help you.”

“Cool,” Dillan said, expecting further instruction, but hearing none he continued: “So, where can I find him?”

“He’s right behind you,” the woman pointed. “Good morning, Fred! How are you this morning?”

“Well, I’m still alive, Lily,” Fred said, chuckling, as Dillan turned to look at him. “I trust you are well, too?”

“Oh, you know it!” Lily replied with an enthusiastic grin. “Say, Fred, this gentleman has what he believes is a newspaper clipping. Do you think you could help him?”

“Why sure,” Fred said, almost interrupting Lily. “I’d be happy to help if I can.”

“Cool, thank you, Fred. I’ll talk to you later, then.”

Fred nodded, Lily turned back to her work on the desk, & Fred turned to Dillan: “Now, son, what is this newspaper clipping you have?”

Dillan smiled, showed Fred the clipping, & said: “Well, Fred, this is an image of my Granddad with what I believe to be a 1950 Cadillac. I’m pretty sure this was from a local newspaper, & I figured I’d start here. My name is Dillan, by the way.”

“Hi Dillan, nice to meet you,” Fred said while Dillan nodded. Fred then pulled the clipping closer to his face, flipped it over & back again, & remarked: “Yep, that is a 1950 Cadillac … very good … & this is from our paper, but I can tell you this is not an original printing.”

“Oh?” Dillan queried, tiling his head slightly. “How can you tell all of that?”

“Easy,” Fred replied with a sly grin. “Here, come to my … office … & I’ll explain more. It’s all good!”