I had sketched this awhile back. I was considering making a series of sketches of some of my earliest memories. This sketch is actually one of my first, if not the first memory I have. I was two weeks away from turning 4 years old and my brother Bob (Bobby) was just born. My Grandma took my older brother Paul and I around the hospital, so we could see my brother in the maternity ward. As a reward for our good behavior, we each got a matchbox car. I got a red and white Lincoln, which I called my Soupy Sales car because the colors reminded me of Soupy Sales Red Sweater with the white collar he wore underneath.