The Lost Symbol of our youth

Country Boy is for sale!!!

Anyone who grew up in Goodrich or Davison in the last 20 years is sure to remember Country Boy, or Country Son as it was called in the later years. It was a 24 hour diner just off of I-69 and M-15 in Davison.

For my friends and I, it was a place to go and get a great omelet, good sandwich, or a tasty burger. Only for us it was a trip that usually took place after 2am. It was the place to go after the house party was disbanded by someones parents, or the field party was broken up by the police. It was the next to final stop of the night after the bartender yelled out "Last Call! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here!"

We had our regular area to sit in - in the door and to the left. We'd find a booth and pour ourselves into it. We even had a regular waitress - Laura. She was the waitress who was always way too happy to be working at that time of the night. She knew most of us by name, and could guess our order on occasion. She always knew how to work us for a good tip.

The food there was top shelf greasy spoon. As I mentioned earlier the omelets were great, as well as the biscuits and gravy, which I believe was my normal order. The burgers were very good and the sandwiches were too.

Come with me on my walk down memory lane...
One friend who always made sure the staff knew that he wanted mustard on his burger, but no mayo!
Sitting down after we had ordered our food, got up to go to the bathroom. Then coming back to someone passed out face down in their fries.
My friends younger brother going to the bathroom... girls bathroom that is.
Having an extra dollar or two to put into the jukebox, then hoping it would work.
And of corse the conversations about people, jobs, school, politics, and religion. Oh please, not religion!

The only constant in life is change. With that we all eventually lose pieces of our past. Perhaps someone will buy it and help a new generation form some lasting memories.


Good bye to our old greasy spoon!