We called it Beenie Weenies, that was the only way my mom could get me to eat hot dogs.Growing up sometimes we had hot dogs and pork and beans. I thought it was a treat, Mama was trying to stretch things to feed us at times.
I could see that.In the late 60,s early 70s we would sleep on the rear package tray in the rear window of our family Plymouth Fury. No way my Dad would rock a wagon. Similar to a man driving a mini van today. Not happening.
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