What happened to all the funky movie theaters on Market street? Gone. Even the Fascination bowling parlor is history. What about the toy railroad store on upper Market street that was next to the Scandinavian hofbrau? The hofbrau only employed young Swedish, Danish and Norwegian girls and paid them under the table. When you walked in you got hit with the smell of pot roast, overcooked carrots and gravy.
Or Carl's Diabetic Cookie store on 18th street- now it's some schmancy place called Farina. I thought farina was some kind of oatmeal or breakfast mush. Gruel. Swill. Of course I never bought cookies there.
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