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The first year I went to the big swap meet at Hershey, I somehow got off in Carlisle, where there was also big swap meet, only all Chevy. Yeesh. By the time I figured out where to go and how to get there, most all the action was over.
I seem to recall my wife getting me directions to go, which I left on the kitchen table after getting up in the middle of the night to make the ten hour drive. I was definitely not firing on all cylinders that day.
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