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My First Car

I was eighteen. The year was 1966. It was spring and I was out mowing neighbor’s lawns trying to earn some pocket money. About half a block down from where I lived was a home occupied by a widow whose … Continue reading

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If you don’t loik sugar!

Well I guess I should add one of my Dad’s stories as well. Before my family left England when I was the ripe old age of ten, my Father traveled on business from time to time, I recall him returning … Continue reading

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