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My Dad's brush with speakeasies

As written to my brother:

I believe Dad said he never visited a speakeasy. He did, however, follow the trend of collecting speakeasy business cards. He had quite a few stashed in the glove compartment of his vehicle, which was parted somewhere near the Yale campus. The car sat there through winter break and at least a month into the new semester. Snow had piled up, and Dad couldn't recall where the car was parked. Besides, it was easier to walk than attempt to drive. The New Haven police tracked down Dad, believing he had abandoned his car and was a bootlegger. They found all those cards. Not sure how the whole incident was resolved, if Dad was arrested or if Great Granddad helped him out of that mess.

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