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As the Godmother’s gourmet Italian food truck hung a sharp left into the Colony Liquor parking lot, a 12-year-old Val Parker wedged herself securely between towers of pots, pans and trays of Italian sausages piled ceiling-high.
“Dolores would blast the horn to let everyone know we were there; the horn played the theme song from ‘The Godfather,’” Parker said, laughing. “That truck was one-of-a-kind back then. It took some guts.”