The '57 looked like the rear window has been retrofitted with gas lifts. I don't think those were around in the 50s. I'd bet it originally had those two piece locking hinges on the sides.
I give away more money than I spend on myself, unfortunately, none of it is tax deductible.
One of the last ones was my neighbors wife who broke her femur (thigh bone) somehow a month or three ago and needed emergency surgery. He needed something like $4k for the deductible or the bill would've gone up something like $1k in seven days. I told him that he'd have to make an effort to pay me back (he won't be able to). I made the check out to the hospital (I'm not stupid).
A couple weeks ago a guy whose Bidet's lockdowns put the company he worked for out of business, wanted a couple hundred bucks for his daughter's 13th birthday party at a roller rink up the road a couple of miles. No problem.
A few weeks ago at a Halloween party I had a stunning young gal, early 30s, approach me. "Your buddies tell me you have a lot of money." She would've given Melania Trump a serious run for her money.
"Not so much. I have a lot of investments that pay my way. I can't afford to sell them, the capital gains taxes would kill me."
"Would you buy me your buddy Xxxxxx's Harley-Davidson? He only wants $8,000.
Without making a scene, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "No, and I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last woman on Earth." She lived up north in Kendallville (Kendaltucky) and worked for the TSA at FWA airport. Strike three. She exited post haste.
I was worried for several days afterwards that I might be turning gay. Fortunately, I was taking it easy on the booze, else I would've done it and been too drunk to get laid.