Every now and then, you’ll get a taste of a far off place you’ve visited and memories will flood the brain.  Well, that happened to me when my dad and I had lunch at a local joint in our hometown, Carrollton. Scotland came to America.

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Morgan spends her spare time dreaming about travel and re-reading Harry Potter. She is a public historian by training and a chocoholic by admission. She also suffers from oldest child syndrome. View all posts by Morgan Cantrell