I used to work at The Franklin Institute Research Laboratories in Philadelphia. I worked for a man named Bernie Epstein. Maybe once or twice a week he'd ask me to go out and get him lunch. The requests were short on repertory.
He would either ask me to go to the Kennedy House, an apartment building in downtown Philadelphia that had a deli on the street level or The New Franklin, which was around the corner from The Franklin Institute.
If he sent me to the Kennedy House,…
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