Tom!
I knew you were a military brat, but didn't know you were in Kansas in '62. So was I. You must have been at Ft. Riley or Ft. Leavenworth. Which?
I was throwing newspapers in Wichita in '62. Scarfed down those great burgers from Dog-N-Suds whenever I could con the parents into a night 'out.'
By '64 we had a brand-spanking new McDonald's near my paper route. That became dangerous. Throw papers, go home for dinner, go out collecting from subscribers, finish the evening by walking to McDonald's for an "All-American" - 15cent hamburger, 10cent fries, 10cent coke. The paper route was pretty lucrative for a 12-year old, but the profit margin was stretched thin by those visits to the Golden Arches Supper Club.