He told me a story last night that in college he went to a friends house in the snow (Michigan winter) and he had big truck chains on the rear tires. Well he turned the corner into his buddies house layed on the brakes too hard. He skidded and slid into a tree and dented the fender real bad. He was devasted. He took the car home and pulled it into the "
Bloomquist Garage" and left it there and walked back to his friends house in shame.
When he finally came home that evening he went to find my Grandfather to tell him what happened to the car and he took him out to the garage. When he got out there the cars fender had been completely
repaired and repainted by my Grandfather earlier that same day! He said they both had a good cry.
