My Aunt Ethel was aghast when she found out at a family Christmas Eve gathering in 1975 that I had paid $11,000 for a year-old Chevy Monza. She essentially called me foolish with money and that I had been taken to the cleaners. This from a lady who insisted on collecting her free block of moldy government issued cheese even though it was discovered after her death she was sitting on a small fortune.
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