In the Winter of 1984, I rode across the US by train with my mother and three cabbage patch kids (Yana Elyse, Molly and Christina). It took five days, and along the way we got trapped in a snowstorm in the midwest. It was the height of the Cabbage patch kid craze. I was offered $500 per cabbage patch kid, and declined, insulted that anyone would
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