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When we were small, the folks would take us out to eat one at a time, get a sitter for the other three so they could do 2 on 1 parenting at the restaurant. How to act, how to order, what fork to use
I remember very clearly their taking me to The Ram on Watt Ave near Fair Oaks Blvd when I was about 6 or 8. One of maybe half dozen really nice places in Sacramento at the time.
The guy who owned that place is now a patient of mine.
When I was about 12, we went to the movies and misbehaved, made too much noise. Mom marched us out of the theater and told us she would never take us to a movie again. She was not kidding.
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She was the kindest person I ever met
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