This practice continued into the '80s! I remember going back and forth to the Headland Country Club. I was often in the back, listening to Michael Jackson Thriller cassette on my boom box. And on the return from the HCC, we'd be in wet swimsuits and have towels wrapped around us. The truck was usually scorching hot! Often I'd be enjoying an ice cold Coke and some peanut butter cheese crackers. Thankfully, whoever was driving (Dad, a # of times) did so safely. This was the kind of activity you could do in a small town back in the day.
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