What’s Under Your Tree: Holiday Reflections from a Car Enthusiast

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); When I was a kid, I asked my father how Santa was going to get into our small apartment. After all, we didn’t have a chimney. I grew up in Northwest Iowa, a rural community where everybody knew your name. It was a nice area to live and a safe place to call home. My father, a United State...

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