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The 1967 Mustang and the Cross-Country Knot in My Stomach * Fun recipes to enjoy
It wasn’t just a car. It was my dad’s 1967 Ford Mustang, the one he’d taught me to drive a stick shift in, the one that smelled of old gasoline and vinyl and memory. When he passed, it came to me, sitting in his Arizona garage. I li
