{"id":28061,"date":"2020-09-23T08:01:37","date_gmt":"2020-09-23T12:01:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/?p=28061"},"modified":"2020-12-09T16:28:17","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T21:28:17","slug":"fast-food-with-dad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/2020\/09\/23\/fast-food-with-dad\/","title":{"rendered":"FAST FOOD WITH DAD"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><strong>My father<\/strong>,<span style=\"color: #000000;\"> Toby, ate<\/span><\/span> his last meal out at Wendy&#8217;s on his way to Columbus, Ohio, for experimental leukemia treatments. He checked in to the hospital, then checked out, so to speak.<\/p>\n<p>My father liked Wendy&#8217;s (headquartered in Columbus) because he had a quasi-business relationship with the company. Toby had almost invested in Wendy&#8217;s before it went national. <em>Almost.<\/em> Toby&#8217;s near-miss with Wendy&#8217;s stock topped my uncles&#8217; near-miss sagas at Seder.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Toby liked fast food. He<\/span> and I often ate at McDonald&#8217;s on the West Side. I got the Filet-O-Fish. I thought it was good for me. Toby explained franchising: the franchisor took a percentage of the action for eternity. Toby had been a franchisee\/sucker with a cosmetics company &#8212; and he knew something about the food business, too. He especially knew about <em>chazerai<\/em> (junk food). Toby had worked in his mother&#8217;s candy store. When I visited my father&#8217;s grave the first couple times, I brought along Mr. Goodbars. Once, a Planters Peanut.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><strong>Decades later,<\/strong><\/span> I sat at the West Side McDonald&#8217;s with my oldest son, Ted, then 28. I ordered the chicken Caesar salad. I was instructing my son on the watchword of our people: Don&#8217;t be a sucker. <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Lesson 1:<\/span> The first generation (Grandpa) scrapes, the second (me) tries to keep things on keel, and the third (Ted) needs tutorials in toughness because they don&#8217;t remember the beginning.<\/p>\n<p>During Toby&#8217;s final days, the Cleveland Clinic nurses called him &#8220;chief&#8221; because he was bossy. A doc said, &#8220;You&#8217;re a hard one.&#8221; Toby answered, &#8220;That&#8217;s right. It&#8217;s <em>my<\/em> life.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">I told my son<\/span> not to forget the little things: (Lesson 2) pens, checks, Post-It notes. Lesson 3: &#8220;Write everything down. You don&#8217;t want to think about &#8216;cold water leak, bathroom sink, apartment 24,&#8221; I said. Lesson 4: Be wary of restaurant workers, particularly chefs and servers. They come home late, party hard, and wake up the solid-citizens in the building. <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Lesson 5: <\/span>Always Be Closing. ABC. That&#8217;s from a David Mamet play and is a joke between my son and me. Ted, like every other young person, enjoys quoting movies verbatim. I thought of a non-movie line for him. I said, &#8220;If the tenant hasn&#8217;t mailed his rent, say, &#8216;Do <em>not<\/em> mail in your late rent. Hand it to the building manager. <em>Hand <\/em>it.'&#8221; Ted seemed more interested in his burger. I wasn&#8217;t up to Mamet&#8217;s standards. &#8220;The job sucks on some level!&#8221; I said. That got my son&#8217;s attention. &#8220;You <em>make<\/em> it interesting. It can take a while.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My father, Toby, ate his last meal out at Wendy&#8217;s on his way to Columbus, Ohio, for experimental leukemia treatments. He checked in to the hospital, then checked out, so to speak. 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