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Originally Posted by 463
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Thanks for the link, it brought back some old memories. Dad owned a Henry J when I was very young. When I'd act up, he'd turn around and give me a swat, but the Henry J had no parcel shelf so I'd just pop over the seatback into the trunk. If he really wanted to get me, he'd have to stop the car and go open the trunklid. Of course then I'd hop back into the rear seat. He always caught me eventually though.....