![]() Sometimes when I'm cruising around I can almost smell the smoke from his pipe. We'd stop at Sam's Town on the way - he had his coffee and I had hot chocolate. I loved being in that car, whether it was taking a trip to Lake Merced with him and my brother Jack to do a little fishing or riding up to his cabin in the Sierras to spend time with my cousin and Aunt Pat. My uncle Johnny had a '68 T-Bird and he was cool - perhaps I wanted to be cool just like him.
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