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I notice with interest that your daughter's car is named Rosie. My first car was named by your father. He called it "Frank's Folly". We had the Folly for 5 years and I traded it off because it was so dangerous, as the brakes were practically non-existant. Our son rode on his mother's lap. Also, the bolts holding the front seats down were gone and with the grabby clutch, mother and baby were catapulted into the back region. No seat belts in those days. Your father called his first car, Ichabod. Something about the spirit was willing but the body was weak. I think it had been in a fire and it has been painted with a broom. He can better explain this.


Hi Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

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