Yes Lucy.
My son had a Playmobile train set, and those tables were perfect for the hotel and the station and the jail.
In a park near home they put up barricades and chains every winter saying “No Winter Maintenance”. They are still up.
Maybe he fed the first half to the birds; and after one bite of the 2nd half, he notices the birds (and feels “defeeted”).
Baby Ruth.
Forget the orphan beagles. My alter ego was a WWII fighter ace, who raced Maseratis in the 50s and dated Grace Kelly and Sandra Dee.
Volunteer at a food bank, and you will feel rich.
And you were probably wise. I Googled it, and it seems that it no longer exists.
Discussing the joys of NYC with an ex-resident, not a single restaurant came to mind; but we both recalled the food trucks.
It was my Dad’s 1953(?) Hudson. There was a tiny lever on the dash board to help the wipers when vacuum pressure dropped. That was my job. kids could sit in the front seat in those days, without seat belts.
Yes Lucy.