Tonight, I pack for my trip tomorrow.
I’ll tell you where I’m going once I arrive. I have to see it to believe it.
It is a place I’ve always wanted to go.
My Oldest Brother —the only one I have still alive— is taking me with him.
There are three of us Brothers. Two are still alive, and one passed on.
So, two are left—Myself and my Oldest Brother.
I don’t talk much about him because he has a family, friends, and a life. I wouldn’t feel right. I might say something he doesn’t want his Children to know. (Haha)
He is six years older. He might be seven years older, for a little bit each year.—after he has his Birthday.
I’ll report back tomorrow from our Hotel Room. I said that right: Hotel Room—no Motels for him.
This afternoon, I went to eat at the Local “Porky’s Pride” in Hayden, Alabama.
They Smoke all of their Meat. They do not even have a Stove.
I ordered the most giant Steak they had. And since they have no Stove,
they have no Baked Potatoes. I got told that on a different visit to “Porky’s.” —I’ve been several times.
I got Mashed Potatoes. It’s “New Potatoes,” with the whole potato mashed up—Skin and all.
The place has a Bar with many different types of Beers, Whiskey’s, and Bourbon’s, etc. It also has a Bar atmosphere—more of a Bar Atmosphere than a Restaurant. I enjoy the Atmosphere there.
Many Regulars come in, and the Waitresses yell out the Customer’s Name when they walk in—Much like “Cheers.”—A television sitcom from the ’80s and early ’90s.
I counted four Regulars that walked through the door, and every time, at least one Waitress yelled their name; “Hey Sammy! Have a seat.”
I listened to the Waitresses talk to the other Customers—from Regular Customers to me—Extremely Friendly.
They would ask the Regulars about their life. They Genuinely sounded like they cared about their Customer.
Even I was treated like I was a V.I.P. My Waitress and I talked about life and certain events in our lives. I felt like she genuinely cared.
I need to note that I did go at a slow time. At around 2:30 p.m., I arrived. The place was not busy at all.
They have many Coolers in several places. A Clear Glass Door lets you see all the different drinks they offer.
I was looking at all the different drinks when I saw a Bottle of “Bark’s Rootbeer.”
I hadn’t had a Rootbeer with a Steak since childhood.
I remember where I was. “Oak Mountain State Park.”
Dad took us kids out there to Camp and Fish.
He cooked us all Steaks, Baked Potatoes, and Brocolli to eat. All Cooked on a Coleman Gas Stove setting on the Picnic Table.
To drink, we had Bottled I.B.C. Rootbeer. That trip is a good memory for me.
I was between Ten and Twelve Years Old.
I excitedly asked my Waitress to bring me a Bottle of Bark’s Rootbeer to go with my Steak.
I sat, ate my Steak, drank my Rootbeer, and thought about good memories.
Before I left, I told my Waitress my name is Lynn.
Here is a picture of me on that Special Trip.
—More tomorrow from some Hotel Room.
Love you,
–Lynn
