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From: David Girod
Winona
In 1965 my oldest brother Donald graduated from Carleton College (math major). He spent the next year in Marburg, Germany on a Fulbright Scholarship. Upon completion of his year of study, he returned to America by ship. Our family, me, my older brother George, and our parents packed up our 1955 Chevy (Classic!), then traveled to New York City to pick up Donald.
Quite the adventure for a family whose traveling experience consisted of going to visit relatives in Wisconsin or Michigan.
George and my dad split the driving chores. George who was only 17 at the time, may have been underage for driving in some states. But we were never stopped!
Upon arriving in New York City, we got a hotel and a meal, then did some sightseeing until Don's ship arrived.
Upon picking him up at the docks, we put his trunk on top of our car. Heading to our hotel it fell off. At that time who should walk by, but New York's Mayor John V. Lindsey. He learned where we were from, talking to us, and welcomed us to New York City.
He said, "Leave it for the sanitation workers to pick up." Though in fact, we put it back on our Chevy. More securely.
New York City was much different in 1966 than it is now in a post 9-11 world. That trunk, if left there then, would have been hauled away as junk. Now, if found in a post 9-11 New York City, police might think it must be blown up - might be a suspicious package.
Walking downtown my brother George and I in 1966, were "met" with bars on doors and windows of stores. And refusals to let us enter any of them. Maybe their main concern then was crime.
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