I am the three-year-old child overly bundled up in the red snow suit and trying to get away from the older boy (who was a son of my father’s sister). He kept pushing my cheeks together to give me a funny face, and I kept trying to stop him. But the star of this photo is a 1956 Chrysler parked on his New York City Street that we happen to be blocking. Why, oh, why couldn’t we have been standing three feet further back to give us a better view of the car?
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