Joseph Petrusky told me that there was a standing date for Wednesday night when all the kids would go to Pratt Street for fried liver. Bought fresh that evening, fried in butter with lots of onions. Hmm… that didn’t make it to the next generation in our house. I think I see Potatoe Pancakes on the table for this dinner.
Is that CLARK GABLE? Oh, no, I see Aunt Dorothy so it must be Uncle Alec. Oh my Uncle Alec was such a handsome man!