What do you give to your mother to repay her for the unbearable pain of childbirth? In my case, a shiny red Cadillac convertible.
Montreal. 1953. For my dad Bobby, it was one of those rare times in history when everything seemed not only possible, but downright probable. For my mom Billie Jean, the outlook was not quite so rosy. With three babies to care for, and a philandering, absent husband, she was embarking on a life chock-full of wanting, needing and working. But wait! If she could only win that brand new shiny red Cadillac convertible, she was absolutely sure that everything in life was going to turn out just fine.