My earliest memories are about riding in my dad’s ’47 Mercury convertible, the smell of the canvas and leather, the heater underneath the dashboard. Or with my Uncle Leo in his ’49 Chevy coupe, delivering sweaters embroidered in his shop in the Bronx to Macy’s and Lord & Taylor’s, or some of the smaller shops Read More
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