I remember this song from being a kid, then watching Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed “dance by the light of the moon.” Now Wylie and the Wild West has given new life to this pre-Civil War song with a honkey-tonk flair.
But I remember my Buffalo Gals, the gaggle of gals I hung out with in high school while Buffalo wings were making a splash across the USA. We hope my best bud and her husband will visit us and ski this winter, we met after many years but I’ve still not met her better half.
We remember OJ when he was merely a star football player. We lived for the Bills and the Sabres. What else is there for a Buffalo gal to do? The gang lives all over the country now and I’d love to get together with my Buffalo gals. Cheers and happy holidays to all, Dee
Cooking with Dee 
A bunch of “the Buffalo Gals” were together the day after Thanksgiving…Cotter and Cindy were in town, so Lynn and I met them up at The Eagle House for lunch. Cotter went up to Brunner’s Wednesday night, but we opted out and left that to the 20-somethings!
I’m so glad we didn’t do what was needed to get into Brunners back in the day. Years after we broke up J and I went there for lunch and ran into Cotter, who congratulated us on our marriage. NOT! Leave it to the 20-somethings. Glad you got to see some of the gals. Dee
My neighbor, from 2,500 miles away, graduated from our high school four years earlier. He’s a nuclear physicist. Wait, I’m married to a physics grad. Is it catching to liberal arts grads like me? I’m melting……..