My Dad's sister was a Sister of Mercy Nun. And in those days they could not eat in public. Odd I know, She could not even sit in the car alone with her own brother. He had to pick up her friend and another nun drive to where my Aunt was stationed and drop one off and then have her and her friend in the car with him. He would then drive us all to Howard Johnson where he knew the manager and he would park in the back and they would bring out menu's for us. We would order and they would bring out a table and chairs and the food.They were always so nice to us.I was just a kid about 7 but I remember it still and I loved those Chicken croquettes so. I wish I could still get them. The Good Old Days

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