We had a similar tradition for breakfast -- Cottage Donuts. Not the same as
Krispy Kreme, but special in their own way. Donuts appeared about once every
six months. Dad would get up early -- as he always did (and still does) --
disappear for forty-five minutes, and return with a dozen donuts. Always a
mixed box -- drove the women behind the counter nuts as most people ordered
a box of a single type of donut. Two donuts apiece, never two the same.
Every once in a while we would be up and manage to hitch a ride to the shop
with Dad. Fond memories. Too bad donuts aren't quite as good as I remember.

-----Original Message-----
From: Dan Becker [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Thursday, March 09, 2000 3:40 PM
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Subject: memories of the Burghers


We must have been of the underprivileged underclass as well, though for us
it wasn't McD's, it was Koral Hamburgs.

A really special occasion was when Dad would drive up River Road and get a
pile of hamburgers and fries to go and bring them home for Saturday dinner.
It was really really special when we got to go along for the ride.  It was
really really really special when we could talk him into chocolate
milkshakes...which wasn't too often, as that was over the budget.
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