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Growing up in the era I did and living on base during my core trick or treat years was great. My dad would rip one of my shirts and rub some dirt on my face and I was a hobo. Every year. We would take a pillow sack and go door to door and fill it up. Go home dump that out under the bed and go out again. We could run around in all the neighborhoods and the Generals quarters area were the best. One guy would cook hot dogs and hand you a fresh grilled hot dog. His neighbor had a coke fountain. Burp.
We would have a HUGE pile of candy and had to hide it from my parents or they would not let us have it all.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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