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Grandparents took me on a car trip to Disneyland when I was 5yo, and Stuckey's was a major player in the experience. The billboards were nearly every mile the entire trip and we had breakfast there most mornings.
Grandparents got a kick out of; I would have hot chocolate with breakfast because they were having coffee, but I was too young for that. And at one of the stops I 'sweet talked' the waitress into putting as much whipped cream on top as there was hot chocolate in the cup. They would tell that story to anyone who would listen for at least a couple years after. . . Good times.
But since then, I've never been back to one, and any memory of even passing by one has long passed.
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We need the kind of courage that can withstand the subtle corruption of the cynics - E.W.
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