Things were a lot different back in the Missouri Ozarks where I went to college. Women would dress up in Wrangler jeans, and men, their ten-gallon cowboy hats. For a nice dinner out, everyone would head over to Lambert's Cafe where the waiters would throw dinner rolls at the patrons. And after dinner, everyone would get comfortable in some overalls on the back porch and drink moonshine from an old oil jug while Cousin Billy practiced the banjo.
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