Ah, the good old days of reading Doc Savage. I remember building my
first lemonade stand out of discarded cardboard and a pine skid found
behind a local grocery store. Got the lemons from our back yard and
mum supplied the C&H sugar and Dixie paper cups and plastic pitcher
plus ice. Our neighbor at the time raised hell with my mom and claimed
hysterically that she had seen me pee in the pitcher when it was
running low. I don't recall doing that but I certainly wouldn't put it
past me. Like the time I made my brother a peanut butter and hocked
loogie sandwich. I'm still denying that to this day. (mum's with the
Lord now--she got trapped in a license plate stamping machine at Sing
Sing, or so the warden vowed with one of those inappropriate little
smirks that always seem to crunch my suspicious innards)
