tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post8456463925056126164..comments2024-03-22T03:35:27.752-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: Checkers, anyone?carmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-71737414550562626762010-09-29T17:19:59.561-04:002010-09-29T17:19:59.561-04:00Picture this:
Atlanta, Georgia, two decades and ...Picture this: <br /><br />Atlanta, Georgia, two decades and a lifetime ago. Mom, dad and 3 kids under the age of 11 are en-route to (believe it or not) an ashram on Buzzard Mountain, for a week long meditation seminar in raja yoga. Having flown in from the west coast of Canada, we were hungry for dinner and not thinking too straight in our pursuit of nourishment. We stopped at the first restaurant we came to - 'Hooters' - and, being unfamiliar with the name and too tired and hungry to ruminate on it for long, sat down at a table, salivated at the smells from the kitchen, and perused the menu. <br /><br />When the waitress finally arrived and chirped a sweet and breezy 'Hi y'all', I asked my son what he wanted to eat. Silence. I looked over at him. His 11 year old eyes were as round as marbles. I frowned across the table to my husband (quick, what do you want to eat?) - whose eyes were equally round. But no answer from him either. Speechless is the word that comes to mind now. So I finally looked up at the waitress to apologize for our indecisiveness. Or rather, I looked up at a pair of large, friendly breasts barely contained within their tight orange T-shirt. <br /><br />Momentarily mesmerized and speechless myself, I finally managed to look away and closed my menu. <br /><br />'We're leaving,' I told my family. The waitress giggled. Covering my son's eyes with one hand, waving my menu in front of my husband's with the other, I nodded my daughters towards the exit. <br /><br />'But why can't we eat there!' my heart-broken son pleaded as we sped away in the rental car. 'I'm hungry!'<br /><br />'Because we're going to an ashram,' I retorted, grasping for a good-enough reason. 'And we can't eat at Hooters on the way to an ashram. It's bad karma.'<br /> <br />To this day, the story still makes us laugh ourselves silly!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-83493389422848207852010-09-29T15:07:13.454-04:002010-09-29T15:07:13.454-04:00Thanks for that shot!Thanks for that shot!Prettypics123https://www.blogger.com/profile/05002015227586327112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-83516741893933931622010-09-29T14:29:28.074-04:002010-09-29T14:29:28.074-04:00I remrmber visiting an Post-Civil War Fort in OK. ...I remrmber visiting an Post-Civil War Fort in OK. It pretty cool visit love walking around in the barraks etc.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00416071084361465066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-40029499711415779632010-09-29T12:53:23.178-04:002010-09-29T12:53:23.178-04:00so many places but one memorable experience our en...so many places but one memorable experience our entire family mentions all the time still is in a quaint diner close to Graceland/Elvis Estate where I had an unforgetable verbal brawl with a waitress when she refused to serve my 9 year old daughter her own coffee!...my German mother first served it (mostly milk then) when she was 2...she's still a major coffee lover!..moral is you can't win with a southern gal server...so I shared my cup...and got used to the icy glare, of southern charm?!..they are firm in their beliefs!21 Witshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00071361755673253230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-34431203799731409352010-09-29T09:31:19.179-04:002010-09-29T09:31:19.179-04:00Our Fuddruckers closed last year and I miss them!Our Fuddruckers closed last year and I miss them!kenjuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07342414519714356343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-10259406374637147952010-09-29T08:27:08.047-04:002010-09-29T08:27:08.047-04:00alright.. you're obsessed with black and white...alright.. you're obsessed with black and white...<br />and I didn't quite get the story of the place first... I fugured the photo was taken long ago when you last visited it... am I wrong?Ankita Sarkarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05033470571239061752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-17237790194110279392010-09-29T00:32:06.330-04:002010-09-29T00:32:06.330-04:00I have been to one of these... and we had one here...I have been to one of these... and we had one here on the coast, but I do think they have all gone out of business. Too bad.. the hamburgers were quite good.<br /><br />Here the special place was The Purple Cow... family oriented with fabulous sandwiches and the world's best, most fantastic she-crab soup. Sadly, I went to eat there one day last spring and it too had closed....srphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11751987787364198318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-23220607906719080502010-09-28T22:54:20.654-04:002010-09-28T22:54:20.654-04:00Yes, we had the same Fudrucker's experience! I...Yes, we had the same Fudrucker's experience! In Richmond, Virginia, about an hour and a half away, over 25 years ago. Now whenever we travel there, we pass the deserted and run down the building. I literally see the ghosts of our younger selves with our little boy dancing in the parking lot.Ginny Hartzlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09329131153403895625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-6894673586940020302010-09-28T22:45:00.752-04:002010-09-28T22:45:00.752-04:00If anyone cares, heres a little story about my tim...If anyone cares, heres a little story about my time in that place. Not fun memories.<br /><br />http://jasonarment.blogspot.com/2010/09/allah-willing.htmlJason Ryan Armenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06113133932733265875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-13840767600087751802010-09-28T22:42:59.349-04:002010-09-28T22:42:59.349-04:00While I was in Iraq about two years ago, I was sta...While I was in Iraq about two years ago, I was stationed roughly ten klicks west of fallujah in a town small town.<br /><br />I was on some routine patrol through the town when my patrol went static by the towns hospital. I got out, I don't remember why now. Maybe for no reason, maybe to stretch my legs.<br /><br />I ended up smoking a cigarette in the lot across from the hospital. I looked down to check my gear and adjust the way my weapon was hanging from it's sling when I noticed a bunch of syringes on the ground.<br /><br />The hospital had been dumping their dirty syringes across the street in an empty lot. Kids were playing around them and in them, sheep were grazing in the same lot, it was pretty surreal.<br /><br />Sometimes I think about that little town, nestled up against the beehive that is fallujah. I hope everyone there is better off then they were when I was there. I wish I could have done more.Jason Ryan Armenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06113133932733265875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-38020189633975728882010-09-28T22:38:11.712-04:002010-09-28T22:38:11.712-04:00Here's one:
http://apaperbackwriter.blogspot.c...Here's one:<br />http://apaperbackwriter.blogspot.com/2008/03/vernon-utah-silver-sage-cafe.htmlA Paperback Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10155962941590663738noreply@blogger.com