Hollis Voiles, Steve’s dad, was a sturdy fellow with an efficient multi-tasking manner and a gruff demeanor. He ran the place like a grumpy proprietor of a Jewish deli. No matter; It was absolutely worth standing in line for his burgers and hash browns. I would go there at 11:30 a.m. to avoid the rush, except that the other people doing the same thing were already making up the rush. People crammed into the space, waiting for a stool. At least it was a social opportunity. Hollis perceived no need to moderate his opinions, be politically correct, or even be polite.