My Dad was quite a guy. He was a man of few words and when he spoke, we would listen. Dad was determined that we three girls would have the advantages that he and Mom had not had. He would say, “You want to see how others live?” Let’s go!” I remember many of these trips: to explore new places, to expand our horizons and to experience how other’s lived. I recall one experience. Dad reserved rooms at The Clift Hotel in San Francisco, a first class hotel. We packed our suitcases, jumped in the family car, probably a Buick and off we went to see how ‘rich people’ lived. During our stay, we rode up and down the elevators. Many of the women who rode with us wore mink coats. As we brushed up against the beautiful fur coats, my sister’s and I would say, “Z-mink!” and giggle joyously.


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