My first job as a car hop was at the Country Kitchen on Fifth and King when I was in high school. I wore glasses then, and my hair was in a shoulder length flip.
A big responsibility when I wasn’t busy was taking the tops off the strawberries to be used in the restaurant’s famous strawberry pies, although in the 1960s this was often the busiest place in town and there wasn’t a lot of free time. I loved working there.
One fortuitous day just after high school, Jim roared into town with California plates on his ’58 Chevy and, after seeing me at my senior party would come to the Country Kitchen every day. The girls that I worked with would say, “He’s here for you, Linda, you go wait on him “
We hadn’t met yet, but we would meet soon after his