to good times. I remember my late brother blasting this song out of my mother’s purple Ford station wagon a.k.a THE BARNEY MOBILE, while driving through the streets of Brooklyn. I also rememeber the year we had our family reunion at the Twin Towers. This is back when a station wagon packed full of black kids didn’t get pulled over instantly. We had so much fun. Those were sweet and innocent times. We were all right back then.
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