My grandfather was in junior high during World War II, and to save money, the town he lived in--Mamaroneck, NY--shut down the junior high school and arranged it so that the high school kids went to school in the morning, until about 1 p.m., and then they would leave the building and the junior high kids would come in and go to school all afternoon and evening. He and his friends would meet at Walter's, a now famous hot dog stand, eat lunch, and then flip a coin to decide whether to go to school, or to go to New Rochelle to see a movie. When his father found out about this, he sent my grandfather, about 14 years old at the time, to military school.
He told me and Kurt (also in the picture) that story this past September; it was the best visit we ever had, and right after we left his house, we went to Walter's to give it a try. The hot dogs were fantastic, and it was so fun go there, knowing the story.
Two months later, my grandfather died. It's been 4 months and I still can't believe he's gone, and I am so, so glad to have this story.
