{"id":22043,"date":"2025-02-19T01:39:06","date_gmt":"2025-02-19T08:39:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=22043"},"modified":"2025-02-18T19:41:34","modified_gmt":"2025-02-19T02:41:34","slug":"hamburgers-fries-and-guilt-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2025\/02\/19\/hamburgers-fries-and-guilt-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hamburgers, Fries and Guilt"},"content":{"rendered":"

BY BRYCE ANGELL<\/em><\/p>\n

Get ready and listen \u2018cuz I\u2019m about to tell you the story of my ride from my humble home to Idaho Falls. The travel time is about 90 minutes, give or take 30 minutes depending who is driving, me or my wife. Truth is, my wife likes being behind the wheel so usually gets the honors.<\/p>\n

We have grandkids over that way so we make the trip often. And what\u2019s a trip to town without going to Scotty\u2019s Drive In? Scotty\u2019s ain\u2019t just burgers and fries, they are the staff of life, I\u2019m telling ya.<\/p>\n

So, after being dumped on by a foot-and-a-half of snow, and pushing and piling from hell to breakfast, I decided a trip to Scotty\u2019s was in order. It is a long way just for a hamburger, but I\u2019m retired, so what the heck.<\/p>\n

Sadly enough, my wife was, I call, trapped in the clutches of the sniffles. Her doctor called it pneumonia. It didn\u2019t take me long to figure I\u2019d be the one driving. Acting reluctant, I left her, promising to bring back a delicious burger and fries.<\/p>\n

I combed my hair with a washrag, put on my Cabela\u2019s hat, pointed my Chevy truck in the direction of Scotty\u2019s, and headed out. I made a quick stop at Elk Creek Station for a jolt of Red Bull and a large bag of peanut clusters.\u00a0 Essentials for any journey. Those two items were also on the staff of life list. This day was to be my moment of solitude.<\/p>\n

I immediately turned on SiriusXM with its 200 stations. I tuned into Radio Classics and was absorbed in the tale of Jimmy Stewart\u2019s \u201cThe Six Shooter.\u201d After half an hour of gunfighting suspense, I noticed I was passing my hometown where I graduated 53 years ago.<\/p>\n

I thought it might be fun to take the drive through memory lane on the route we called, back then, \u201cdragging main.\u201d While dragging main, we would listen to the radio station KOMA Oklahoma City. Even though the station was 1200 miles away, it boomed in clear as a bell at night.<\/p>\n

KOMA was so popular at our school, and the surrounding schools, we decided to advertise our Ag Ball through that radio station alone. I still remember the KOMA DJ hollering out the upcoming Ag Ball in St. Anthony, Idaho. What a thrill to hear our small town being advertised over the radio waves. The advertising was a huge success. Many students showed up from other schools for our Ag Ball.<\/p>\n

Consumed with memories, I found my way back to the road and drove to Scotty\u2019s for the \u201cstaff of life.\u201d With a belly full of nostalgia and Scotty\u2019s hamburger, I headed home. Funny. Something was not sitting right.<\/p>\n

As I walked through the front door, I noticed my wife was up and looking as spry as a brand new colt. I tried to play it cool, bragging about my adventurous day. And then she said, \u201cThe thought of your sweet gesture bringing home delicious Scotty\u2019s hamburger and fries inspired me to get out of bed.\u201d Her words hit me like a truck full of smoldering manure that had been sitting in the July sun for a month. With horrible guilt, all I could say was, \u201cI\u2019ll be back in three hours.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2013 Bryce Angell<\/p>\n

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