Road a little this evening and since Miss Susan had an appointment I was on my own for dinner. After logging a few miles, I decided to stop by a little place in my hometown of Bluewell, WV called Lynn’s Drive Inn. Sitting there under an umbrella waiting for my two dogs and fries I got to thinking about the significance of this place in my own history. This little Drive Inn was started in 1950 by Ruck Hale and is named after one of his sons. My mom was working here around that time when she was approached by a dashing young lad named Dink Shrader and the rest as they say is history. Married in November 1952, my older brother came along in 1957, then an older sister in 1960, me in 1964 and my younger sister in 1976, which is about the time I was patrolling Bluewell on a ten speed and eating hotdogs under the trees along the parking lot of Lynn’s.
The trees are gone now along with Mom and Dad, my brother Dink and sister Tammy. I’m still here missing them and reminiscing about days gone by.
Well I’ve got to hit the road again, must have got some dust in my eye or something that I gotta blow out