I arrived in New York in September of 1977 in a '65 Plymouth Fury II, and within 24 hours I had racked up something like $200 in parking tickets. I had to junk the beloved Plymouth. Thirty years later, I drive a 1990 Honda Civic and may be getting the hang of it.
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Your porch looks so wonderful--good memories of the poetry festival!
I want your cat's life.
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