Izzy Seltzer's Blog

Look, here's how it goes: In 1948 I was 18 and living in L.A. where the only way to get to work was in your own car. So, borrowing 600 bucks from my Mom, I bought my first car: a clean 1939 black Chevy coupe. (I might add here that my job, my first job in life, was at the L.A. airport working for the Civil Aeronautics Administration delivering mail on rollerskates inside a giant hanger. Since then I've owned-- at one time or another-- 24 cars.