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Letter to the Editor — Grandma’s prayers

Posted 5/10/23

The year was 1968. I was riding down the road with my parents. Dad was tokin’ on a Marlboro Red, and Mom was dragging on a Benson & Hedges cigarette. I was running and climbing all over the car, even hiding out where the spare tire rides. It was a 1960 Ford station wagon — a big old gunship. I know you’re saying, “Running around without a seat belt on, and the parents were smoking with the kids in the car.” It wasn’t politically correct, but it was 1968 when people were free. I don’t think the car had seat belts, and we did not have those odd bicycle helmets. How did we ever survive without all the safety features of today?  

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