One of my memories of growing up in Greensboro takes place at the Jefferson Roof Restaurant in 1944. I was 17, waiting to go into the Navy and a stock boy at Meyer's Department Store.

A co-worker gave me a going-away dinner complete with the classic "Dopp kit" (a shaving kit). You could see the entire city and at that time in my life, it was a great sight. We were greeted by a smiling gentleman with white gloves, guiding us to the next available elevator.

I was able to dine there again quite some time later. There will always be a "Jefferson Building" in our city.

Bernard Shepherd
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