Stranger Than Most
Wed, 03/04/2015 - 19:29
Edgar
by SUSAN LAUTZ
When I was growing up, we almost never ate out. When we did, it was called a picnic and we ate food we had made at home. Once or twice a year my grandfather would come into town and we’d eat at a Chinese restaurant. We might as well have been on another planet. When we got a little older, Dad might give Mom a break and take us kids to a pizza parlor where we could watch the dough come out of the rolling machine. Magic! I am old enough to remember when the very first drive-through was installed in our vicinity.
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