When wheeled-fortune smiles
Sep 03, 2020
2 minutes
MY DAD ALWAYS HAD a big car. It made sense: there were seven of us to haul around.
So my childhood was filled with huge, exotic-sounding vehicles: a Plymouth De Luxe, a Chevy Biscayne, and a Pontiac Bonneville. There was also a blue Ford station wagon among the fleet. Not too exotic sounding,
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