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Driving to Grandma’s on Christmas Eve Past

Many times I was sitting in the back of the red Oldsmobile Delta 88 as my father drove us to Grandma‚Äôs Christmas Eve. When I was a kid, it seemed to take forever to get there. When I was a … Continue reading

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