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The End of an Era
How many circles did you
make around this place? Well, it's a goner now. Moved to the
west side, like everything else.
~Mike Adams |
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Photo courtesy of Mike
Adams |
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I remember you couldn't
park on the "queer" side. Oops, not so PC? Sue me. I
remember the #3 burger with the "smokey sauce." And every time you
pulled in there it seemed like they had raised the prices again.
Heck, even the race from school to get there and get a spot to park was
fun. "Breaker one-nine..." And although I was a bona fide
Tastee Freez (now a bank, for those who never came back) aficionado,
Sonic was always a nice break. And it was always a hoot to see
some "old fart" invariably come in the wrong way. Honk, honk.
Jeez, they had to have been at least...in their late 40s!! Seems
like I also remember Ms. Harp doing it a time or two. To quote
little Johnny Cougar: "Oh yeah!...Life goes on..."
~Mike Adams |
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Too many times to count.
I remember going in the wrong way once, everyone who was with me ducked.
I also remember me and Terri Green got in trouble for stealing a tray.
~Angie Asbill Rogers |
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It's the end of an era,
kind of like the trail up the hill back of Sammy's (another icon long
gone).
~Doug Bane |
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Another piece of the
past lost, but never forgotten. Anyone remember when Sonic was put
in? I cannot remember a time when it was not there.
~Ed Brewer |
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Oh my, how sad. So
many memories at Sonic. We do not have Sonics in New York!
Wahhhhh!! But, when I get back to the Midwest, I eat at one every
chance I get!
~Tammy Hawley Brooks |
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Many times for me, too.
That's where I met my wife, Sharon, and, 32 years later, we are still
together.
Thanks, Sonic.
~Doug Hoover |
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Oh, Lord, what memories
that brings back. The first one being the very first time I was
allowed to drive around in town on a Friday night. Well, I pulled
into Sonic and also pulled off the side mirror of my sister's station
wagon. I had hung it on the speaker; pulled it right off.
The second one was of Charlotte and I also getting into trouble for
taking a tray from Sonic. She was such a hoot and was so scared
that night. Gosh, I miss her.
~Brenda Humphrey Jannain |
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My favorite Sonic memory
was when Delia and I were both grounded from our cars and so we got on
her dad's riding lawnmower and drove down there from where she lived.
We
drove right down the main street of Sallisaw all the way to Sonic.
We
circled, pulled in, and ate...like it was normal! There was also
the time on Halloween when I was dressed like the Grim Reaper. I
parked all the way at the end, and as the girls would drive around, I
would run up to their car windows and scare them. I scared one
girl (from Muldrow) so badly that she wet her pants. I also
remember the little animals and mermaids they used to give out on their
drinks.
~Perry Lattimore |
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Lots of good memories
driving around and around and around that old Sonic. They made the
best cherry ice ever. The new one looks great, but just isn't the
same!
~Rhonda Long James |
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I feel like I grew up at
Sonic. My very first job was working as a carhop in the 9th grade
for 75 cents an hour. Of course, later, there were the many
circles around. And the times we backed our cars in and sat on the
hood, waving at everyone as they made their passes. I used to love
to drive the order takers crazy by replicating the static sound the
speaker made when I was placing my order. Every now and then, I
crave a Sonic steak sandwich. They were the best. (I also
still crave Dodson's burritos with ketchup!)
~Carol Miller |
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"I'll have a #2
cheeseburger, minus the onion, plus smoke sauce; an order of fries and a
medium vanilla Dr. Pepper. (Then I'll be stealing your tray to use
for a rolling table later!)"
~Susan Miller
Class of '76 |
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We got our first Sonic
in Pennsylvania last Christmas. It is the biggest rage. All
of my son's friends are, "Mr. Moore, this is so cool. Have
you ever seen anything like this?!" I would hate to admit to
all the "under the influence" times and ordering tater tots as tater
tits, and the manager would come out to talk to us.
~Frank Moore |
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