I didn't know that about Dunkin'. Never cared for them.
Years ago, I drove a cab in San Francisco, and I'd get off work around 1:00am along with my friend Bob Pasternak. We both lived in Berkeley. When we arrived in Berkeley we'd sometimes stop at a little donut place near the university where a Marine vet named Steve was already busy making donuts for his 6:00am opening. He'd let us in while he was making the pastries, long before opening, and we'd get what was fresh, sometimes an occasional reject. Fond memories ... we enjoyed listening to Steve's stories about life in his little southern hometown, his military experiences, and his family life told in his southern black dialect. A great way to end our shift.
