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Guilty of not eating the heel unless I have to. Regarding restaurants. When I was young & had no money, we'd go over to the coast (Santa Cruz, etc.) in a buddy's car that got 40 mpg. We'd only have maybe fifty cents in our pockets. We'd sleep on the beach, siphon gas (yeah I know), and for food go into a restaurant and ask the busboys to put some leftover food (that hadn't been chomped on) into bags for us to come back later to pick up. We ate like kings.
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Marv Evans
'69 911E
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