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I grew up eating alot of Fried Potato Sandwiches ( I call them "Taters"). Just fry up your potatoes, and season them however you like. I use garlic powder and seasoning salt, onions, and maybe throw in some bell peppers, sometimes. Drain the grease, take 2 pieces of bread, spread some ketchup on them, (or whatever you like to top them with. I use ketchup), and put about 2-3 heaping tablespoons of the potatoes between the bread. Just a cheap meal idea, but tastes really good! I always liked them alot, and when I was grown, I made them for my kids, and they love them to this day and they're grown and still eat them. My middle son mentioned them in High School one day and his friends had never heard of them. I sent some fried potatoes, bread and ketchup with him to school the next day, his classmates all tried it, and it was actually a hit! #foodforthought

When I was 15 years old I had something strange/scary happen to me. I was walking home from school and I would always go the same way because it was the fastest. I would zigzag down a series of small streets through a neighborhood. When I was almost home a had a choice of going two different ways. Up to this point it had been a normal walk. Suddenly I heard someone say my name. I turned around thinking it was one of my friends. There was no one there. There was no cars anyone could of hid behind or anything. I turned around and kept walking. As I was nearing the corner where I could go two different ways I again heard someone say my name. This time when I looked around I saw a young girl standing in a doorway. I just figured maybe she had the same name and her mom was calling her. I decided to go to the right because it was a few minutes faster. As I started walking I heard someone scream my name "JOHN" really loud. At that point I decided to turn and go the other way. A few minutes later I heard all kinds of police sirens and a car crash.
It turns out at the same time I would have reached the next corner to turn a guy running from the cops lost control and jumped right where I would have been standing. They estimate he was going between 60 and 70 mph when he hit the fire hydrant on that corner.
Needless to say I was very upset. After I settled down I realized the voice I heard saying my name was one of my friends voices. Unfortunately that should have been impossible. My friend had lost her battle with cancer the previous month. I know what I heard. We had been friends all through elementary and middle school, I believe that either she or something using her voice saved my life that day.