Then there was the stop at McDonalds on the way home - the one near the Turnpike entrance. We usually followed the van. Lars drove while Leer split "the gate". Sitting around the table eating and joking Leer would slip us our pay under the table. Nowadays if anyone saw something like that we might get busted as terrorists or drug dealers - either he was that good or we were recognized and no one cared.
If you were there - thanks for a great run!