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I am not remembering this story perfectly:
In about 1968, my grandparents moved from Kansas City to one of those NYC commuter towns in Connecticut for my granddad's job. At the time, my grandmother had a red '65 Mustang convertible. Growing up in Missouri, she had never in her life locked her house doors, and whenever she drove somewhere and parked the car she simply left the keys in the ignition. So she continued doing this in CT. One day, a red Mustang convertible with the keys in the ignition proved to be too much temptation for a couple of teenage boys, who stole it and took it for a joyride. She had shopping in the back seat, which they tossed out of the car as they drove. They were quickly caught by the police. When they called her to tell her that they had recovered her car and the culprits, and asked if she wanted to press charges, she said there was no need...as long as they went back and found and collected from the side of the road everything they had thrown out of the car.
After that, she began taking her keys with her.
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'80 SC Targa
Avondale, Chicago, IL
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