One day a long time ago I was looking through my Mom's old roll top desk.
She had a bunch of old credit cards from when she and Dad were married in there in a big stack with a rubber band around them. I was looking through them and they all said Mrs. Dad's name, well, you know what I mean. Most of them were signed that way. But one was signed with her name. I remember very well that she told me that she was being a rebel. I remember thinking that that was crazy! Why wouldn't it just say her name on the front of the card.
It's weird what stays with you, right?
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That's really cool.
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