In the wake of World War II, a young man named Harry Snyder returned to Seattle, a city where he’d lived briefly as a child. He got a job serving boxed lunches in the city’s shipyard. In 1947, he met a brunette named Esther, a Seattle Pacific University graduate with a degree in zoology and a job as day manager of the commissary at Fort Lawton. It was a romance set in post-war Seattle and built on sandwiches; Harry would deliver boxes and boxes of them to Esther at the commissary.
Whenever a fleet came in, Harry would make as many as 1,500 sandwiches, according to family lore. That
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