Levi. I need to add to your story about spinning cookies in the plaza parking lot. What seems like a million years ago now, my folks owned the Tempo, located in that plaza. Early one frozen Sunday morning, I headed to work, about 10 minutes after my mother had left the house for work. I came around the corner, by the old Osco, and found my mother spinning cookies like a woman possessed. Pretty odd to see my mother doing what all of us youguns found so fun. And she wasn't the least bit embarrassed about being caught. Plus it gave me a license to spin em whenever I felt the need.