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asked, "You still in that RV?" No, I said, I'd
found something slower and cheaper.
Outside, my bicycle, with four bulging
saddlebags hanging over its wheels, rested
against the battered Frontier sign. "My word!"
she said. "I'm buying your meal today."
When last I found Mildred, now 86 and
full of memories, she complained that the
Angel Delgadillo's circa 1953 Snow Cap
drive-in restaurant in Seligman, Arizona.
pie under the new management that had
leased the café wasn't up to the standards
she had set. She had decided to stay on in
Truxton, she told me, because her husband,
Catherine Karnow
her husband, Ray, 33 years ago. Some years
later I sat at their counter, eating homemade
apple pie à la mode, with Ray's 88-year-old
stepfather, who recalled busting broncos in
the Cherokee Nation before Oklahoma even
became a state in 1907. That day Mildred had
stepped out of the kitchen, a blue-plate
special in each hand, recognized me and
may 2013
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