Sullivan’s department store. The radio ads read by the lisping announcer on the local station. The ads in the Loch Sheldrake
theater before the movie, “Pop-in to Popin’s Pancake House!”. Beachcomber shakes, before we all became chalav Yisroel.
Liberty Lanes, without our parents.
A lot of the people I grew up with still go to Ganz. (I would too, if I had my druthers.)