was at my grandparents’ farm; huge, over 1,000 acres.
We went to where a house my great great grandparents had lived in was once located. Although the house was gone, there was still a garage.
I was pretty young, so I looked through a hole in the door and saw a car stamped with ‘MER’ on it.
I said ‘Dad, it’s a Mercedes!’ to which he laughed and said ‘no, it’s probably a Mercury, son.’ People out there don’t drive German sports cars.
A week later my dad was on the phone with one of the renters on that land and told him that story.
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