Maricopa Skyscrapers.

Back in the 60’s, when I was in Junior High (we didn’t call it Middle School back then), my dad and I would often go to his office downtown in the afternoon. He’d work and I’d just poke around downtown. A 14 year old kid could do that safely back then. On the ride home, we’d pass an Isaly’s in Mount Lebanon, and stop for a Maricopa skyscraper to eat in the car on the way home. That was our secret. We never told my mother about it.