Grease Lightnin' (Circa 1960's)

My father was a good-looking feller. He was born with a pair of beautifully arched brows that required no intervention from tweezers, a perfect mestizo nose that any vain person would pay good money for and thick, straight jet-black hair that refused to turn grey nor fall in the face of old age and cancer.

But more than anything, my father was the epitome of cool...