It Was Always A Clark Bar

I recently got a make my day kind of comment on this old post. I remember when I put that one up telling someone that those pictures were meaningful to me, particularly that I liked the one of the diner.  They said that they thought of it as "a throw away post."

If only there was more sharing of memories and sweetness and sweet memories the world would be a better place. On Friday night for an hour and a half we sat and shared memories.  And it was good.

One of your photos brought back sweet memories for me! I Googled Young Israel of Windsor Park just to see a photo of the building again, after almost 50 years. It was then that I happened upon your blog entry which chronicled through a few photos your walk to the shul. And there was Pete's Cafe. Rabbi, when I was nine or so, back in 1963, I would meet my mom there (it was Yogi's then) after school at P.S. 205, we'd go inside, and she would buy me a Clark bar--it was always a Clark bar. And then I'd continue on alone to Hebrew School at Young Israel. I'd take virtually the same walk as you do! A Happy Passover to you! 

-  nostalgia