86th Street Memory

In the early 1960s, Martin's Bar on 86th Street sold french fries to go in a one-pound brown paper bag. I snuck it into the movies. During the film, when I took a sip of my soda I put the steamy bag in my lap. Eventually, every pair of dungarees I owned had a big oil stain in the crotch. Did not go over well with Ma.

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