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Blogger G. Robison said...

My fondest memories of Delta, lol, consist of several stops at the local A&W Drive-In for a hamburger, fries, and root beer dinner (brought to the car by a real car hop) while on the way from northern Utah (where we lived at the time) to Snake Valley. We'd usually leave late afternoon/early evening and hit Delta about the time we couldn't stand the hunger pangs anymore. Mom & Dad knew if they wanted peace while crossing that last 90 miles they'd best feed us well.

April 24, 2012 at 10:29 AM

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