Getting lucky

After a couple of phone conversations with the owner (Henry) we agreed to a meeting in a public place with the potential to go look at the old truck. For some reason my teenage grand daughter (Leigha) asked to come on the trip, which was a little odd. But, what the hell it's spring break and how often do you get to interact with your teenage grand children for a few hours? We met in a mall parking lot where Henry told us all about the truck's history on his family farm and produces some nice snap shots of the 1949 Fargo. The truck looked great and my poker face was failing badly. In short order we all pile in my Chevy and head out into the country near Mundare, Alberta. The drive is an hour and Henry regales us with stories about Edmonton and the surrounding towns. It turns out Henry has been in the area for nearly 70 years. Henry kept Leigha engaged for the whole trip. When we get to Henry's farm it's classic Western Canadian homestead. The Fargo is tucked behind some out buildings and it looks just like the photos.