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| You ever stop at the Sitka KS social club?
I wasn’t raised on a farm or ranch but my dad helped a few friends that were in the business. Seemed like we were always at a friends calf working or cutting wheat on my birthday. We always ate at Sitka when helping his friends. Ol buddy always made sure I felt special on my BD, remember one time I ordered pancakes for dinner and he brought out a pancake as round as a disc blade. “Good luck finishing that pancake birthday boy!”
He was a good one, good chicken fries, homemade bread and a atmosphere you won’t find anymore. Was a different time, miss those times. I meet truckers hauling cattle to me in the parking lot now and lead them to my pens. Always think about the times I had growing up looking at the old building..
Was a different time and different place..... | |
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