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Rusty, sounds like you have an interesting and rewarding job! We have a lot in common--"Ronin," "Patton," the Doors. My mother's mother was a waitress at her brother-in-law's cafe in the Mohave desert when Patton was training his troops there for North Africa. The first time he went there with his entourage he refused to pay the tax on his bill, saying that he was part of the federal government and shouldn't have to pay any tax. Of course he was tall and impressive, and my grandmother was about 4'10", (but cute!) and she got all up in his face and told him that as an American it was his duty to pay the tax, etc., etc., and if he didn't she'd pay it on her tiny salary, and he smiled and paid the tax, and every time he stopped in since then (it was the only cafe on the highway for 100 miles) he always asked for her and talked to her. They had quite a little flirtation going.
