Her name was Amy McKee. It was down to her and me in the school spelling bee. My word: "white". I spelled it correctly, but because of nerves I faltered when I said the letter "e" so they thought I didn't say it. BUT I DID. They said I spelled it incorrectly, and gave her the trophy while tears streamed down my cheeks. She looked so smug. That was the one and only time my mother ever came to my school during a school function - to watch me lose the spelling bee to that little goody-two-shoes.

It's a cute little cafe/tourist trap off Highway 27, about halfway between Lake Wales and Avon Park. The front of the store is where you can buy Frostproof Orange Juice (AMAZING), oranges and other citrus, honey, and all manner of used items (sort of like a rummage sale). At the back are old formica tables, mismatched chairs, and some of the best southern country cooking you will find outside your mamma's kitchen. Cheap and tasty. We stop there whenever we are en route to/from Orlando.