Well, I wish this place was Hooterville. You know, Steam train, Petticoat Junction, Mr. Drucker's Store, three girls naked in a water tank.... It don't get much better than that (the steam train, I mean)!

Frankly my dear, I don't give a hoot! Bring the Hooters on for all I care. Personally, I will not be going there, but it's not my place to limit what we can or cannot do. I hardly think allowing a Hooters will be the springboard for a strip joint.

On the other side of the coin, not having a temptation available is the best way to prevent temptation away from the Lord's path.

There is no doubt in my mind that my teenage son would at least go to see what all the hullabaloo is all about. I would trust him that it would not lead to worse things.

On the other hand, a parent never can (or should) be 100 percent sure that it would not adversely effect the hormonally driven mind of a male teenager.

I still want to go to Hooterville one day, for the train, of course.

Robert J. Duncan Sr.

lt.duncan@juno.com

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