Dad, I will never forget "chicle or chocolae," ”up the hill or down the hill," and I can still hear you calling me "Jeanettey" and singing "Brown-eyed girl" to me. I remember cruising up and down mission street with you in your black Ford Galaxie blasting music and challenging other drivers to race us.
Dad, I will never forget "chicle or chocolae," ”up the hill or down the hill," and I can still hear you calling me "Jeanettey" and singing "Brown-eyed girl" to me. I remember cruising up and down mission street with you in your black Ford Galaxie blasting music and challenging other drivers to race us.
