This is the scene the three Gackstatter children would’ve been looking forward to for the four hours it takes to get from Guymon, Oklahoma to Otis, Kansas. Squirming in the backseat of a Pontiac, we could already smell my grandma Brack’s bread baking, my grandpa’s pipe and leather chair. My mother grew up here. She and her sisters worked in the G and L Café that George and Leah Brack ran. It is where my dad came in to eat lunch while working for a gas company and met my mom for the first time.