When our son was two, my parents opened the Road’s End Restaurant, which had a spectacular view of Lake Havasu. I doubt Scott has any personal memory of the opening, but he was the first customer. This first grandson, sitting in his high chair, was served up the first hamburger.
As the years progressed, whenever we visited his grandparents, he’d often sit in a bar stool, visiting with his Grandpa Walt, as dad bartended. Dad would make his number one grandson those familiar childhood cocktails; Shirley Temples and Roy Rogers.
A year after the Road’s End opened, Don, Scott, our new baby daughter, and I, moved to the mountain community of Wrightwood, California.
When Scott was in elementary school, construction started on a lot directly across the street from us. We soon learned the contractor was Dusty Rogers, the son of the legend, Roy Rogers.
As children, Don and I would have been very excited to meet the famous Roy Rogers. One afternoon Don called Scott to his side, and pointed to the house being built across the street.
“Scott, guess who is building that house?” Don asked his young son, sure the child would be impressed. “Roy Roger’s son”.
Scott gave his father one of those expressions that a child gives his parent, when they suddenly realize that parent is clueless.
“Dad,” Scott replied “Roy Rogers is a drink, not a person.”
As the years progressed, whenever we visited his grandparents, he’d often sit in a bar stool, visiting with his Grandpa Walt, as dad bartended. Dad would make his number one grandson those familiar childhood cocktails; Shirley Temples and Roy Rogers.
A year after the Road’s End opened, Don, Scott, our new baby daughter, and I, moved to the mountain community of Wrightwood, California.
When Scott was in elementary school, construction started on a lot directly across the street from us. We soon learned the contractor was Dusty Rogers, the son of the legend, Roy Rogers.
As children, Don and I would have been very excited to meet the famous Roy Rogers. One afternoon Don called Scott to his side, and pointed to the house being built across the street.
“Scott, guess who is building that house?” Don asked his young son, sure the child would be impressed. “Roy Roger’s son”.
Scott gave his father one of those expressions that a child gives his parent, when they suddenly realize that parent is clueless.
“Dad,” Scott replied “Roy Rogers is a drink, not a person.”
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