In the mid-1980s, our son Gregory — then a student at the University of South Florida — would ride with me over the causeway from Tampa to the original Hooters in Clearwater. Years later, when our grandson Quentin was a sprat, Gregory and I took him with us to the Hooters in Tucson and asked one of the girls to take our photo.
Thus was born a tradition, taking Quentin to various Hooters locations in Tucson and Las Vegas, depending on which city we were together in.
While there’s still a Hooters in Tucson, the ones in Las Vegas have closed, so during our visit last week we asked Quentin if he’d go with us to Twin Peaks instead. Of course he’s over 21 now and can drink beer at any dive he chooses, but for tradition’s sake he agreed to come along. With Quentin there, we didn’t have any trouble getting two attractive servers to pose with us, and a third to take our photo.
We were, of course, in Las Vegas for our granddaughter Taylor’s wedding — more on that big event in another post, coming soon.
By the way, there’s a Flickr photo album of the Woodford boys visiting Hooters (and now Twin Peaks) over the years. Click here to see Quentin grow from a boy into a man, a man who by the way graduates from the University of Nevada, Reno, this January. If we manage to make the trek to Reno, we’ll have to take him to the Twin Peaks there (yes, I checked, and there is one).