I love hamburgers and hamburger joints. I found a new one that did not look very fancy, most good ones don’t, and found a gold mine. Every time I walked in to the place the young owner spoke and welcomed me. Then one day I noticed he was wearing a helmet and, in spite of the natural reluctance to bring up tough subjects, I started a conversation with him. He told me he had brain cancer and had to wear the helmet in case he fell. I was able to tell him how wonderful his food was especially his own mustard sauce which I said I could eat my shoes with that sauce on them.

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