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For my special $3 and up Patrons. In case you thought I made all of this stuff up, here's the excerpt from my Grandpa's essay. 

"There was an old folk’s hospital nearby with a nursing residence on the opposite side of a main avenue.  We found a tunnel in the nurse’s residence that we could run through under the street past supply cabinets to the hospital.  We could reach into supply cabinets and snitch candy and cookies as we raced through the tunnel.  The tunnel exit passed by a mortuary filled with dead bodies of old people with sheets draped over them sometimes exposing their crooked and calloused feet. We sometimes became frightened because we thought we saw the big toe move as we raced for the exit."

With this kind of stuff, research almost feels like detective work. I could not find pictures of the old folk's hospital in Rome, NY, but I found some photos of old tunnels and mortuaries and nurses in the 1940s. 

Did you know Mallomars are seasonal? I was a little worried that this wouldn't work but then realized since it's winter in this part of the story, it makes sense. They don't ship Mallomars in the summer because they'll melt, at least they used to melt when they didn't have refrigerated trucks. They could probably ship them in the summer now but they still don't, I guess probably for marketing reasons. 

There's your cookie history lesson for the day. 

Later gators,

M