One of my favorite memories is when I was I child almost every Sunday morning I would drive with my dad to an Italian bakery in Portland, Maine, abut 30 minutes away from where we lived to buy fresh-baked Italian bread to bring home. Our drives were quiet and peaceful. We enjoyed each other's company. This memory has always stayed with me.
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That is fantastic! Thank you for sharing that. It made me smile.