One vivid memory of my very early childhood back in the 1960s was of driving to church on Sunday mornings with my family. Since my grandparents lived close to us, Dad would always swing by and pick them up, and wed all carpool together. It was the job of Little Danny (as I was affectionately nicknamed back then) to sit in the backseat, wedged snugly between Grandpa and Grandma....
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