Back in the late 40's or early 50's my uncle was a chauffeur for a family in Grosse Pointe by the name of Ronnert...not sure of spelling but that's how it sounds...with a long "o" sound. Any way, my dad was a good mechanic, and one day my uncle asked him to come out and work on the limo. My mother stayed at home. A few hours later, there were police at her door, asking if she was related to John French, because his pants and wallet had been found along the shore on Lakeshore Drive. My mom freaked out. Turns out, my dad had taken off his pants and put on a coverall to work on the limo. He had placed the pants someplace on the limo...fender, bumper or some place, and when they took the limo for a test drive after the repairs had been made, the pants fell off and were found and the police notified. Well, I think it is funny, lol. Hope you did too. Any way, I'd love to know just where the Ronnert home was. I know it had a large [[at least 3 stall) brick garage for their vehicles. I have photos of my Uncle Scottie sitting in the limo in front of the garage.
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