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Don't Break It
When I was about 10 years old, the Fox (my maternal grandfather) and Nana lived in Farmington. The house was in a 'subdivision' that was on a circular road about a mile or so long. I remember the Unc asking me if I knew how to drive a stick. I don't remember my answer but it was probably, No. He then threw the keys to his VW Bug to me, told me how to do it and said to go learn. I remember his words as I walked away were, "Don't break it!" I must have gone around that subdivision 5 times. It was great. No doing something like that these days.

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