... they'd get some great hand cut french fries and an orange pop, I'd get the beer. One of the things I've loved about midwest country towns is they make had a restaurant for breakfast and lunch, but to get a dinner meant going to the town tap. Friday and Saturday nights they were filled with families until ten. It was noisy and fun. Get to see people you miss through the week, especially the farmers.
There's be a special - steak, perch, chicken, specials for Lent (I always ended up in Roman Catholic areas) and we could walk home.
John Kuhla's sister was my secretary. I just love small towns. No place uses 'networking' more than the populations of small towns. His wife was the cook. My wife worked at the small grocery next door, and the butcher there would give us a great deal on steak trimmings that made great breakfast steaks and steak sandwiches.
Once my folks had driven their mobile home in from Arizona and didn't find the hidden key. They just called the hair salon to figure out where my wife was. She was at the hairdressers getting her 'do set.
Couldn't do that in our big city stays: Phoenix, Cleveland, Akron, New London, Chicago, Austin (though right until the dot.com boom, Austin was a small town city. Not anymore).
Gosh, was my life good!
So in Mississippi you got to slide into home!
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