*six jars of Smuckers jelly (pretty sure that was from a housewarming gift, as I do not recall an addiction to preserves)
*mayo (which was almost certainly for the bag of frozen chicken patties that should be in this freezer)
*take-out container (since tuna helper and Campbell's chicken noodle soup were the extent of what I could make back then)
*three oranges (to keep a young kid healthy and full of vitamin C)
*every other possible space filled with Rolling Rock (except for one row of wine coolers for those guests for whom Rolling Rock was too much to handle)
[Note -- I have nothing more to say about why I had that much Rolling Rock, except that it was a story I won't soon forget, and you'll have to ask me about it on my death bed, 'cause that's how I roll (even twenty years later, I ain't no snitch, yo).]
[Also note -- today's frig in Chicago looks much different, except for the bottom shelf of it, where the Guinness and Yuengling Lager and Bud Light are now stored.]
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