NEVERENOUGHWDW
<font color=blue>Still Missing 20,000 Leagues Unde
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the not having to pump my own gas 
it took me a couple of years to stop saying beach and start saying "shore"![]()

So you've learned to say that you're going "down the shore" and not say that you're going "to the beach." You've been taught well, grasshopper.![]()
I have to say, if you live "down the shore," you actually "go to the beach" when you're ready to hit the waves.

LOL!! I live with a 5 mile radius of 6 diners.
Well, you can't expect a Bennie from Bergen County to know that.
Lucky you! Since The Forum Diner in Paramus closed, there's no where to get a decent breakfast anymore.
All the diners moved south with the rest of the population.
My grandmother used to take me to diners with the jukeboxes in the booth. I used to love that.
I don't know how that man put up with so many drunk kids all the time. I hope he retired to a calmer life in Greece. 
the daylights out of my mom. I got lost and ended up in the security office after someone found me.I lost my post but I remember once in Korvettes Ithe daylights out of my mom. I got lost and ended up in the security office after someone found me.
All the diners moved south with the rest of the population.
My grandmother used to take me to diners with the jukeboxes in the booth. I used to love that.

A funny Korvette memory--
My father took us there while my mother was at work and bought my sister a parakeet. And believe me--if my mother wasn't at work, there's no way a parakeet would have been brought into our house.
After a night or two of my brother and I "playing" with the parakeet, it died. I always liked to put doll clothes on pets. I remember trying doll hats and kerchiefs on the parakeet. (I was a wacky kid that way.) My brother (who is now an industrial engineer) was always devising things--he made the parakeet its own merry-go-round out of an doll carriage wheel. Boy, was my sister mad at us!
So my dad put the parakeet's body inside a glass pickle jar and brought it back to Korvette's. He plunked it on the counter and goes, "You guys sold me a bum bird!"
They gave him a new parakeet that my sister wouldn't let us anywhere near. That one lived for many years, much to my mother's chagrin.


