Totally, deliriously off the fiscal topic. I think I saw a ghost in the newspaper website today. Take a look at thepicture. I'm nearly certain that that was the car my boyfriend had in the late 1980's. 1960 pink Caddy. Tells you something when that car was the "compact" lady car in 1960. We lived maybe a 1/2 mile away from the Wallingford Dick's at that time. And who knows, that might have been me taking a little junk food break and ordering on the left. (Brown hair, jeans, white shirt).
Good times, good times. Except that I probably still haven't lost that pound that I gained eating the hamburger, tartar sauce, fries, vanilla shake.
And I still haven't gotten over the shock of seeing a three foot long raccoon dumpster diving at that Dick's. Not pictured.