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First thing that popped to my mind: Princess Leia from Episode IV.

You aren't really a fan of them if you don't call them by their proper name, "Cracker Jack" -- no S.

For me, it's all about the hot dogs. Ballparks are the only place I love a good dawg. The high volume they go through practically guarantees freshness, and the whole ballgame experience adds so much to it. Add a beer and I'm all set.

Fudgy but cakey texture. And no nuts. Ever.

We've had a few over the years.

One memorable event was a Thanksgiving in the mid-1980s sometime, I forget exactly when. The turkey had been in the oven for about an hour when the heating element blew out spectacularly. We couldn't get a replacement that day, of course, so we ended up running our turkey across the street to our friends' house -- then we had to run across the street again every little while to check its progress, do the basting, etc. What a crazy day.

A few years later my mom was hosting a gathering at our house. She was making coffee in a large urn percolator. She'd just filled the percolator with water, placed the perc basket with coffee grounds into the perc body, and lifted the whole thing to move it from the sink to the stove area when the handles gave way. Water and coffee grounds splashed EVERYwhere, and she shouted to me to run upstairs for some towels. I sprinted up the stairs two at a time but missed the last stair and sprained my ankle hideously, spent the next several weeks limping around in pain.

Coffee never did get made!