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Every summer we returned to Oklahoma, we passed under the bridge over I40. Often we would have breakfast as we looked out over the trucks and cars passing under our bridge.
We all dined on great Mexican cuisine in a place aptly called "Ted's." At least I can pronounce and spell the name. I can't say the same for the wonderful, delicious selections I had on my plate! After coffee and more conversation at Kern and Sharon's home, I returned to my trailer and Riley with a new clutch of sweet memories. After all, it is the quality of our memories that determines the happiness we are able to feel each day.
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