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My grampa only bought
Studebaker because my Uncle Herm 
worked at the plant in South Bend.  Got him an employee
discount.  First thing gramps did with a new car was remove the
fan belt.  "Uses gas and don't need it."  Gramps never drove
below 50 on them Indiana backroads.  Wow, I'm experiencing déjà
smell  here- that hot-day, dusty wind blowing in
from the open window summer smell.  I spot a roadside truck-stand. 
Grampa!  Let's get a melon!"   Gramps would pull over,
and ask the farmer which was his best melon?   He pulled out
his pocket knife and plugged it (cut a triangular shaped plug).  
If it was proper red, and proper sweet, he bought it.  Prolly cost
a dime.  If not, he asked the farmer to select another'n.  I
think, 'cause the first one always passed muster.  That's how it
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