Somehow when I read Cathy's memo about always eating crackers in her soup, i suddenly remembered being a child in York Pa. and my mother taking me to lunch in one of the department stores, maybe the Bon Ton and we ate on a balcony overlooking the first floor and we got little bags of oyster crackers to go with our soup. I liked those but it may have been the novelty of getting a little bag of crackers.This memory goes back a great many years, funny how reading something will trigger a memory and it comes back as though it were yesterday. Actually it came back better than my memory of yesterday, that's how old I am.- Linda