"MY" mother?
I remember going to stores on Mission Street and being left in the car while they went in and shopped. I never got the junkyard experience. Occasionally, when they went into the record store I was able to go in also and choose a record. (for you youngsters, a record is a vinyl disc with ridges and grooves that you would place on a phonograph. The phonograph had an arm with a needle on the end and the needle rode in the grooves on the record and sent the sound through the arm and out the speakers. )
(just kidding. This is even before MY time!)
