“All the burgers and hot dogs you can eat,” I exclaimed.
On they came, like the animals to Noah’s Ark, those who didn’t have immediate plans of their own, 10, 20, 30 and a few more than 40. They brought their own parents — and appetites, too. My folks thought it was a sudden surge of business until I told them otherwise.
My honesty didn’t get me very far.
I drew janitorial duty for a month with no allowance. As for that errant jelly doughnut, it didn’t come clean, no matter how much scrubbing I did to the pocket. I spilled the beans on that as well and paid for it with another week of custodial time.
Looking back at it all, they were some of the best days of my life, thanks to my faith and my church. Without it, I would be like the doughnut with a hole. Zero!
I wish the same for Rocco, too.
Writer and photographer Tom Vartabedian is retired from The Haverhill Gazette. He contributes this regular column.