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Carol Perkins: Farewell to the Beach

Previous Column: Ready to go home

By Carol Perkins

The last night of our trip meant a farewell meal, so I surfed the internet looking for local places. One popped up that I knew Guy would love. Most had closed in Kentucky, but only ten miles away was the restaurant that would put a smile on his face.

Knowing Connie, I didn't disclose the location, but said, "Connie, we're going to surprise you for dinner (supper)," as we drove toward the city of Jacksonville.

"But I'm not dressed for a nice place," she said, eyeing her sweatshirt and loose pants.

I replied, "Oh, don't worry. You'll fit in just fine." That was a clue.


Google Maps took us to a less-than-fashionable part of Jacksonville, where the lights were dim and the streets were narrow.

"Where are we going?" she said just before the neon sign loomed ahead. It took her a minute until we heard a shout from the backseat.

"We're going to a GOLDEN CORRAL!? A GOLDEN CORRAL where hundreds of fingers grab rolls and scoop up mashed potatoes."

I said, intending to blame this on Guy, "Guy loves Golden Corral."

She replied, "I'm not surprised!"

The dimly lit parking lot was quiet and the shadows seemed to whisper danger.

"Let's get in there fast," she said as she picked up the pace. (We constantly tell her to pick up her feet.)

After surveying the hundreds of choices, chicken was all she felt safe eating. "You never know about the kitchen," she declared, which I insisted was true for any restaurant.

"There's an ice cream bar," I announced, knowing she loved soft serve with chocolate syrup.

Meanwhile, Guy didn't look up as he went through a salad and the main course. Honestly, I thought the food was good.

On the drive back to the condo, Connie laughed about the stunt we pulled, but she isn't a buffet-type person.

We all have our choices of food and places to eat. Every Friday, I eat with a group of ladies, and it is difficult to please everyone. However, we soon clarified that the food was secondary to the fellowship.

Before leaving the next day, Guy said, "Connie, where do you want to eat?"

She replied, "I can tell you one thing, don't take me to a buffet."

We ate at the airport, and the high prices made her feel like she was dining at Ruth's Chris.


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