I worked out of Rawlings in '83 and then again in '84. My favorite place to eat was a mexican cafe in a single wide mobile home on the main drag. Was only open for breakfast and lunch so only was able to get there on bad weather days when work was canceled. Huevos Rancheros was it for me. Was kicked out of a motel (Buckaroo?) because I left a bag of rattlers for the maid to pick up. Was an accident and of course they were dead. Meant to skin them that night but the beer must have distracted me. Oh well. Those were the days.
