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Breakfast in Oklahoma

My husband, daughter, and I are in Oklahoma visiting family this weekend. One of our stops was to have breakfast at a little diner in Claremore, Oklahoma where my husband grew up. It is a little place that is hidden away, family owned, and has big country breakfasts. We were enjoying good hot coffee, biscuits and gravy, french toast and eggs and the company of Fred's mom and her husband when Fred's mom said, "Hey, there's Garth." We looked at the doorway and sure enough, there he was. The diner went on with business as usual...Garth and his family eat there often. He could have been any old Joe (see his shirt), but for us, it was a treat. We asked our waitress if we could approach him and she said, "Yes. He is very nice. Plus, he was just in here yesterday and was mobbed by some visitors from California." So, we took our camera and paper and pen to meet Garth Brooks. We approached and he stood and removed his hat. He complimented my daughter on her beautiful eyes. He asked my husband where he worked and what he did. He introduced us to his daughter. We chatted about where we lived, the area, and different things. He hugged my mother in law, since they have met several times before. And he posed for this picture with Rebecca. He said she could put it on her MySpace...so here I am posting it to my blog. What a fun way to start the day!

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Lelia Chealey said…
How fun & what a nice guy!! I saw him in concert years ago and boy does he put on a show and I'm not even a fan of country! :)
Missed you & had to come see what my sweet Liz was up to. Little did I know you were hangin' with celebrities! ;)
love you!
Lelia
I'm like Lelia-I have missed seeing you so I stopped by to check o you. What a fin expereince to meet a Garth and his daughter!! otta love those little surprises in life!!

Blessings friend!

In His Graces~Pamela

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