Buddy Mazzenga / Springfield, Pa.

In 1975 I was 18 years old. My Dad and his buddies wanted to take their eldest sons with them for a mini vacation to Miami. We went to Joe’s Stone Crabs one night and what I remember most was the waiter carrying a tray of claws that seemed like it was 36 inches wide stacked with claws 24 inches high; he was carrying it with one hand extended above his head.  Wow! It made me never want to be a waiter.