“I first saw a harder edge to my Dad that four-barrel summer. It started with my car. I was 17, done high school awaiting fall and the start of college. It was ‘56 Ford coupe, V-8 with “three on the tree.“ It was my ride to and from college because Dad, an electrician, needed the family car for the 30-mile jaunt to his job in Hartford.”
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