Bad Bascomb, SASS # 47,494

Prayers up from west of America.

Vividly recall 'desert' while listening to Gabriel Heater and the news as the Korean war was beginning. Our treat was a pat of margarine (I had the job of mixing the color capsule by hand into the plastic bag of white fat) placed in the center of our cleaned dinner plate. A pool of honey was poured over it and a fork used to blend into a smooth 'honey-butter', which we sopped up with pieces of bread. It was good.

Big Mac and a root beer was lunch most days when I was a mechanic at Orange County Honda 1969-73. Loved the secret sauce..... Working on commission there was no time to stop and wash hands..... maybe a wipe with a shop towel if particularly oily or greasy....

She's the reason he was able to be open, along with the cook.

Back up with price reduction.