As a child, it was a treat when Dad would say, "Let's go to Eat'n Park". That was when we would get hotdogs on Texas toast and milkshakes and, of course, strawberry pie for Dad. When I became a teenager, it was the favorite meeting place. It was always a competition to see who could collect the most trays and get out of the parking lot!! Of course, we eventually returned them. Strawberry pie was always a biggie, especially when you were running late for curfew -- it provided a good diversion and excuse for being late to Dad. It remains one of his favorites at age 84! Here's to 60 more years of memories and good food.