SWAMPSCOTT, Mass. — In those black-and-white days, so long ago, my high school classmates Cindy Smith, Cheryl Gordon and Jan Schwartz were popover girls, circulating through the General Glover House Restaurant dining room with a basket of hot, light and buttery rolls. So was Susan Harris, whose younger brother — another classmate, Dougie Harris — was a busboy. Jeff Lunt, a year ahead of us, marinated the mushrooms, steamed the corn and prepared the garlic bread. Sometimes on late nights, the town police would drive him home.

David Shribman

So integrated into our small town was the General Glover restaurant that we thought it would be there forever. My parents ate there pretty much every Saturday night — always the prime rib dinner, preceded by one of those famous popovers, maybe two — and on Thanksgiving, after the Swampscott-Marblehead football game, the restaurant would offer a monster holiday dinner for $5.95. For dessert: Baked Alaska with strawberries.

David M. Shribman is the former executive editor of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

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