To this day, I still have never eaten at a Whataburger
We were at the last few days of basic training at Fort Bliss in El Paso.
We had already graduated and were just waiting a few days for everyone to get their orders and or rides to our AIT training.
So all the guys from Texas was telling anyone that had not ate at a Whataburger that they don't know what they are missing and that we HAD to eat at a whataburger.
So one guy took a bunch of orders, went and got it and brought them back.
I thought it was pretty good, but we had been eating plain chow hall food and in my case a good deal of just rice and gravy to lose weight, so about anything tasted good.
After being stationed in Texas later...had plenty of chances to eat at Whataburger and to me they were similar to a burger king. I like burger kind so I had no problem with whataburger but all in all it really
was not something super special like many make it out to be.
Frankly I was more in awe of subways sandwiches in Texas, well before they had them in WV.
With that out of the way...
When I was really young I was confused as to why there was a color Orange and a Fruit of the same Color and same Name...Orange. For some time I was confused as to why there was the color purple but then there were certain grapes that were purple but called grapes...For a short period of time I made up my own name for them and called them graples.
The threat of the Easter Bunny or Reindeer getting killed by my uncles...was very real in my mind.
My grandparents had a big old fashioned "farm" house on top of a hill in the back woods. Not sure why it was called the farm house as we never had livestock and only had one field with some potatoes in it.
Anyway, It was normal for the various members of the family to spend many a weekend at the Farm house together in the summers and different holidays.
I had one Uncle who we can honestly say was not all there. He got some beagle for a short period of time and it was barking one night. He yelled out the window for it to shut up. It did not, he later that night went out and shot it with his rifle killing it. So keep that in mind when I tell you what happens next.
During deer season my dad and some of the uncles would get out hunting rifles, the farm did have a good number of acres of woods. They would go out hunting every year. But they would get out the rifles, clean them up, get their camo gear out the day before and all of that. My cousins and I would ask what they were doing. They would reply, as a joke, that they were going to go out and kill santa's reindeer or at other times the easter bunny....now normally this would be funny and you could laugh at a kid crying over that or being upset over it...but when you knew your one uncle had killed his own dog for barking at night...you, and your cousins, really believed it. To which we would all be begging them not to kill santa's reindeer because santa would not be able to get to us that year...lol