When I was a young lad, I had the privilege of going out to Bob’s Big Boy twice a year for a sundae. Once at the start of the school year, and once at the end of the school year. It was my mom’s treat for me, and I suppose gave her an opportunity to talk to me about what I was looking forward to in the new school year or, as the case may be, what I liked about the year that had just finished. It is among my favorite childhood memories.
We weren’t poor, but we certainly didn’t eat out much. Almost all of our meals – – nearly 100% – – were home-cooked, and quite good. Of course, as a child, passing by the brightly-lit fast food joints was a little intoxicating to me, since the allure of free little toys and ostensibly delicious food was made plain to me by the commercials I saw.
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