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	<title>Comments on: Saturday Matinees</title>
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		<title>By: Sandy Lewis</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sandy Lewis</dc:creator>
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		<description>Barb, you really have me racing down memory lane with this blog. I remember when Dad and Mom would take us for rides in the car and stop at the candy kitchen and buy ice cream cones for us. Once Kathy and I begged to go in and get the ice cream cones while Dad and Mom stayed in the car with you younger kids. When we got inside we waited and waited while the girl behind the counter helped everyone else that went in and never even looked at us. Finally Dad got tired of waiting in the car and came in to see what was taking so long. As soon as he walked up to us at the counter the girl rushed right over to wait on hiim. He scolded her a little about ignoring us and then let us give her the order and help us while he went back to the car! No wonder he was my hero! When I was in high school my friends used to go to the candy kitchen for lunch and I always loved going with them except that I never had money to buy lunch and I was too embarrassed to eat my sack lunch while they ordered food so I didn&#039;t go with them very often.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Barb, you really have me racing down memory lane with this blog. I remember when Dad and Mom would take us for rides in the car and stop at the candy kitchen and buy ice cream cones for us. Once Kathy and I begged to go in and get the ice cream cones while Dad and Mom stayed in the car with you younger kids. When we got inside we waited and waited while the girl behind the counter helped everyone else that went in and never even looked at us. Finally Dad got tired of waiting in the car and came in to see what was taking so long. As soon as he walked up to us at the counter the girl rushed right over to wait on hiim. He scolded her a little about ignoring us and then let us give her the order and help us while he went back to the car! No wonder he was my hero! When I was in high school my friends used to go to the candy kitchen for lunch and I always loved going with them except that I never had money to buy lunch and I was too embarrassed to eat my sack lunch while they ordered food so I didn&#8217;t go with them very often.</p>
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