Rusty Andrews

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Love, Butter, Sugar

Goodbye Miss Bonnie Even though I thought I was prepared, I wasn’t really ready to say goodbye to our Ms. Bonnie.  This beautiful, funny, talented, kind and loving woman has been a part of our family for over forty years and now she is gone. There is no one like Bonnie. I remember the day

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TWWNCBUIP thinks that because I parked the car that I should be the one who remembers where it was parked.

This is a text block. You can tell this by seeing that there are words in it. I like to use the words to give you my take on things including what we have going on at the Duck. But mostly I can use this space to brag about how smart the black and white

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I am vaccinated …

Saturday was a good day. Our appointments were at 12:30 but we were so anxious to get there that we left home an hour earlier than need be, just in case. Turns out that was a very good thing because as we approached the turn onto Greenbriar we were faced with this line of traffic.

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30 Years – As we sit here …

Seems like only yesterday that we were strolling down memory lane sorting through the scrapbooks and sharing stories with you about the early days. And then wow, corona happened and everything changed. What a crazy few weeks this has been. For all of us. Everybody is working from home, we are waiting in line to

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30 Years….Road Rally!

“You know what you need?” said any number of well intentioned patrons who would drop by the Duck in our earliest days. “No” I would sigh.  “What do we need?” The list was long and one of the most common “needs” was a place to put your foot while leaning against the bar. Little did

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30 Years…$29 per month 29¢ per minute

I may have mentioned in previous ramblings either one or the other of us had to be present at the Duck from the moment we opened until closing time.  When I would have to leave to do the banking or TWWNCNBUIP would take off for St. Vincent’s to pick up our twelve year old kitchen

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Memories …

Seems like only yesterday that we were strolling down memory lane sorting through the scrapbooks and sharing stories with you about the early days. And then wow, corona happened and everything changed. What a crazy few weeks this has been. For all of us.  Everybody is working from home,  we are waiting in line to enter the grocery

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30 Years…duck love

After 30 years we have a few stories to tell, but some stories are best told by others…. Dustin’s story None of us were supposed to be at the Mucky Duck that night, but we were. I had just spent the day in College Station studying for an exam. A friend and I decided to

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30 Years…I heard it through the grapevine.

“I heard it through the grapevine” could have been our theme song during the six short weeks that passed from the time we signed our lease until June 1st, our “official” opening day. We hadn’t the time nor the energy to spread our own word about the Duck and there was no internet, Instagram or Facebook back then,

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30 Years…are we there yet?

Are we there yet? Seemed like every day (actually, it was every day) Barbara, our neighbor who worked in the offices across the street, you know, the ones on the second level, whose darkened windows face our front door, would drop by and ask, “Are you ready yet?” “Well, we still have to put another

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