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Ducky was in Autopsy looking over some paper work when the doors opened.
"Mister Palmer?" Ducky turned around to see his assistant on the phone.
"I understand Breena, we have to replace the Prelude. I know your father likes the Volkswagen Passat but there is also the Subaru Outback to consider. I mean its fuel smart and can go off road. We could take it up to the mountains".
"Mister Palmer" Ducky called out sightly louder.
Jimmy made a slight wave at Ducky. "Sorry Breena, I have to go. Love you.. bye!"
He hangs up and heads over to Ducky.
"Still having car trouble Mister Palmer?"
"Sorry Doctor Mallard. It's just that Breena and I are still having trouble deciding on what kind of car to replace. There's a lot to think about "
"This reminds me of the time of when I first laid eyes on a Morgan...
The Morgan Motor Company, based in an area of Malvern Worcestershire England, was founded in 1910. Cars today are still assembled by hand and made to order. The waiting list for one is approximately two years. In fact, my dear boy, unless you are a Morgan aficionado, it is very hard to tell today's model from the models of of the 1940's. My life long love affair started...said Ducky drifting off into a story as only Ducky does so well.
"On the 3 September 1939 at 11 am, Neville Chamberlain announced in a radio broadcast that the country was at war.
Since my father could be deployed and fearing possible bomb attacks on Edinburgh and the near by Rosyth Naval Dockyard, my mother had the idea to move a bit further out to a house that her Godfather had left her, in the small town of Biggar. It was still close enough to Edinburgh, but far enough to feel a bit safer.
I was only a wee bairn, not even one month old when we moved in, and just a tad over 6 years, when the war over. We moved back to Edinburgh, but I still remember that time when I was four years old and while my Mother was talking to the Lady next door, I wandered over to where her 14 year old son Brian was working on his father's old 1911 V-Twin three-wheeler, the first line of car The Morgan Company had produced. He picked me up and put me in front of the steering wheel and let me sit there, pretending to drive. From then on, until the day I left, whenever he was out there I would help him and while I never saw him again, as Mother sold the house in Biggar shortly after we got back, my love of the Morgan car was still with me.
It was the love of the Morgan that helped my father and I bond after he got back from the war. We used to sit and talk about cars. When we went on a holiday to England, he took me to the Morgan factory to have a look. Sadly, just before I started my schooling at Eton, my parents marriage ended. My father had, what one would call a 'wandering eye' and mother had caught him making moves on her sister. She kicked him out the house that very day and needless to say, soon afterwards she divorced him.
My father would come to school from time to time to visit me. In fact, the last time I saw him was in 1954 when he drove out to see me, to take me out in his new car, a 1954 Morgan hot off the line. He told me it would be mine after I graduated from Eton. We said our goodbyes, but a few days later, I got called into the headmaster's office and I was told that my father had a heart attack at the wheel and had crashed his car into a tree. It was at that moment, I started to think about becoming a medical examiner, to help bring closure to grieving families.
Many years later, after my mother and I had emigrated to America, I passed an old car junk yard. I felt something, or should I say someone calling me in there and that's were I found it; a 1954 Morgan. It was pretty beat up, but I knew with a little TLC Mr Palmer, it would be the perfect car for me and has suited me well... You will know what's the right one for you".
"Thanks Doctor Mallard".