Being a holiday, the kids wanted to go to grandma’s house and spend the night. It is great that they are only a couple hours away. I grew up with a pretty close relationship with my grandparents. I loved going to their house. There was always a buffet of food to be had or fun games to be played. They always seemed to huddle around me or put a lot of attention my direction. I know it sounds like I was spoiled but actually I was just blessed. One place always sticks out in my mind about going to the grandparents – Dairy Queen. It is kind of a hybrid between a Whataburger and a Grandys. It was always the place where the old timers would hang out for their coffee or it was the prize at the end of the week for those looking for something besides the familiar family kitchen. (The town I’m talking about only had about 900 people in it and that’s counting dogs, cats, and horses.)
So, rather than making the drive all the way to my folks house, we met halfway in Bowie at the DQ. All of the memories that I just described flooded my mind as we sat down. There were old timers visiting with one another. Some people were alone at their tables slowly eating their food as they casual observed all the commotion of the room. So why DQ? Probably wasn’t the food. I’m thinking that people just wanted to be with someone. So go somewhere where they might see someone they know. Talk to an old friend, or even see something out of the ordinary. If they came yesterday, they certainly saw something. My kids ordered ice cream and got it all over themselves. I think we provided the much needed entertainment for some of the patrons of the DQ. It sure brought a smile to my face!
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