Red Apple memories - The Jewish Standard

I worked at the Red Apple Rest for two summers, 1968 and 1969, 12 hours a day shifts! (“Stop at the Red Apple,” September 12.) Nice paycheck and nicer money under the table. Let’s say it was a formative time with Mr. Freed, Herbie, Neil and countless Runyonesque busboys, countermen, and cooks. While I could never forget those two summers, I have a painting of the outdoor stand hanging in my shore apartment to keep my memory fresh.”

Guess I’ll have to read the book.

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