Thanks to O.M Marietta:
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I remember the Dixie Inn well. It was in Woodstock on Canton Road, about just
north of Hwy 92. My family liked to pick
up fried chick in white to-go boxes on sometimes on Sundays. I do not know if it was the fried batter or
the thin white boxed that kept the heat in, but whatever, it worked!
I worked as a carry out boy at the Big Apple Grocery Store
on weekends when I was in high school.
If they had a special worth
driving to Woodstock for after work chances are we would go.
At times, we have bought their specials and then go to the
Drive-In Movies.
The evening that I remember with a chill they had “all you
can eat” fish, I think it was red snapper.
While enjoyed the fish and seeing how much I could eat
suddenly a fish bone lodged in my throat.
I fell to the floor kicking. I
thought I was dying. I couldn’t breathe.
No one seem to help me.
I think a waitress, ignoring me, had to step over me to deliver her
food.
Somehow, it wasn’t my time, the bone popped out. And I jumped up back into my seat, somewhat
embarrassed.
And I’m still here.
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