They come in their big Buicks, Mercurys, their Continentals, and their Cadillacs. They come in their 4 door convertibles that they waited 40 years to attain. They come in their dress clothes that they wear faithfully to church every Sunday. They exit their vehicles, spit on the ground, and inch their way into the Western Sizzlin’ for their weekly “Sunday Dinner”. That’s Mid-American for lunch. It’s 11:00 A.M. and these are my observations on a Sunday morning as I sit in the car across the parking lot. By 11:30 the parking lot is at least half full. I can visualize the crowd inside slapping each other on the back saying “Good to see you again.” It’s time for me to go and find another place to eat. After all, it’s noon in Oklahoma!