My brother and his prom date in front of Whitehaven in Paducah, Kentucky. Probably around 1985 or 1986. And the 1961 Rolls Royce Silver Cloud II. The car belonged to my great uncle, a bauxite prospector. I never met him, but heard stories. He cemented a gold coin in the bottom of his pool, and he drove a Rolls Royce with his initials interrupting the red pinstripes the door handle. I got to ride in, and, periodically drive this beast. I remember the aroma as much as how it drove: wool, leather, and the ghosts of my great uncle’s cigars. It also prowled the streets and highways of western Kentucky and southern Illinois where my great aunt had her roots. But it was out of place, drew attention, not always friendly. Still, a cool ride. (I took my date to prom in a 1973 MGB, another story.).