The smell of chicken frying takes me back to when I worked at Gold Crown Drive-In restaurant, in Tiffin, Ohio. It was 1966 when I handed over my paper route delivering The Advertiser-Tribune to my younger brother. After turning 16, I was old enough to get a work permit.
Friends of mine at Columbian High School told me about a job opening at the burger joint where they worked. Out front, Gold Crown's towering double-sided yellow sign in the shape of a crown practically shouted,
