The Back Room: Me and My Dad

Memories of my father

My dad took me to New York City in 1953 when I was 11, my first time there, my first trip with just him. A neighbor asked him to drive a Pontiac to New York and put it on a ship to Germany for her son-in-law, a captain in the Army, and this struck my dad as an excellent opportunity, he having spent the war in the city. My mother didn’t see it that way. …

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