God sometimes works in surreal ways....
So yesterday, I found myself in New York City, sitting in a Horn and Hardat’s automat on 42nd street. The shiny chrome and glass wall that held back hundreds of delectable treats and snacks mesmerized me as always. My brother Tom and I picked out our favorites; PB&J with chocolate milk for him; a tuna salad sandwich with a Kosher Dill for me. Crooners like Sammy Davis Jr and Bing Crosby sang Christmas songs to us through the old box speakers mounted in the corners. They could