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Some of my first memories are from the town I was born in, Beaumont, Texas.  I was lucky to spend many summers spending quality time with my grandparents and great grandmothers.  I learned many lessons about life and love.

One of those lessons I remember fondly was from my grandfather.  He took my family and I out to breakfast nearly every morning during our summer visits.  He told me once ” Always tips breakfast waitresses double what you think you should.  They wake up before you, to serve you.”

We would always eat at the Rodeway Inn Restaurant on the corner of 11th Street and I-10.  Polly was our waitress most days.  She became a close family friend, and spent many a holiday with my grandparents.

The Rodeway always served gumbo on Fridays.