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		By: Theresa Ramus		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is funny how those places become a part of us. You get used to it and everyone there. Then it changes. Years ago when I lived up north the local bar was the place where everyone went. The same people came everyday and sat in the same seat and the owners at the time were a retired couple who moved up there and bought the bar as a retirement thing. They also made the best hamburgers and homemade pickles, and small pizzas around. You knew everyone there and where they lived and they were so excited when my son was born as if he were their own.,Things changed and they sold the bar and they really retired then. 
The same thing when I took care of my Dad after high school he always went out to eat and thus I had to take him and certain places knew him very well. He used to have quite a sense of humor and teased all of the waitresses. Anyway my point being I know what you mean and those places exist for some of us that is for sure.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It is funny how those places become a part of us. You get used to it and everyone there. Then it changes. Years ago when I lived up north the local bar was the place where everyone went. The same people came everyday and sat in the same seat and the owners at the time were a retired couple who moved up there and bought the bar as a retirement thing. They also made the best hamburgers and homemade pickles, and small pizzas around. You knew everyone there and where they lived and they were so excited when my son was born as if he were their own.,Things changed and they sold the bar and they really retired then.<br />
The same thing when I took care of my Dad after high school he always went out to eat and thus I had to take him and certain places knew him very well. He used to have quite a sense of humor and teased all of the waitresses. Anyway my point being I know what you mean and those places exist for some of us that is for sure.</p>
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