I know this doesn't seem like that big of a deal to most people, but Arnold's was a piece of "home" for me. I don't get to go home much because my family doesn't live there anymore, but this was always a constant, a comfort. Arnold's was where I had my first real job. It was where we went after basketball and football games. It was where I grabbed breakfast in the mornings when I wanted a country ham biscuit. It was where I stopped every single time I went through town so that I could get a butterscotch milkshake. It was a part of my young adulthood that is sadly ending and moving on.
And it was still as familiar and as tasty as I remember.
My favorite will always be the sausage dog with onions and mustard. I don't have really great memories but the one that sticks with me the most is when I drove the 1996 Homecoming Queen there and left. I never went in that night but I knew that memory would always be the greatest of my trips to Arnolds. Who would have thought that a kid like me, not popular or the one who was invited to parties, would drive the HCQ after the game to Arnolds? I sure didn't. I never even had a real girlfriend (one girl doesn't count because she was a people-user) at RHS...so that was the greatest moment of my social life at the time. I think her fiance was training in the Air Force at the time, so it wasn't like I could ask that it be a date that night. I respected him and her, but that moment....the greatest of all at RHS. I shit you not. JWA
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