When I Saw the Firebird I Fell in Love My parents found the Firebird in the Pennysaver. I remember the night we drove out to the country to pick it up. I was still dressed in my Catholic school uniform, khaki pants and an Oxford shirt, which was wrinkled from a long day sitting in class. We drove until we reached what felt like the middle of nowhere, an open landscape of winding roads and endless guardrails, until we finally arrived. When I saw the Firebird I fell in love. Its Kelly green pai...
