Everyone has memories of the Wheel, but my memory of Juantia started much farther back. Denise and I became friends at a young age when "Aunt Emmy" introduced these two young girls. We became fast friends and did everything together. If my family went on a trip, Denise was the third child. If the Olds left for the lake, I was in the car next to the sleeping Denise. Before we could drive, our moms would take us to where ever we could find a dance, points north, south, east or west. We would often get picked up after the dance was over, the owners had left and the lights were out because Juanita was still at the Wheel. :) But we never minded and were grateful for the ride. There isn't enough room to write all the memories: the sleepovers, fun at Houghton Lake with Patti, Don and Joe, dances at the music box, trips to visit relatives, cinnamon rolls, french fries, burgers and malts, curbing at the Wheel and that Juke Box, Patti's homemade potato chips she made at the Wheel, sneaking to the Wheel so we could skip church, trying to ride horses at the neighbors, City Park Pool...too many to mention. As high school teens, the Wheel was the place to meet friends and sometimes listen to Kurt Acton and his brother sing. What a long and meaningful life Juanita had. We should all be so lucky. I last saw her a couple months ago and am so grateful for that. I will miss my "second mom"