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In another life long ago, long before cell phones were common and instant communication the norm, my former mother-in-law and I had been on a shopping trip in Houston and had stopped at Hyden’s in Conroe for a beer and some oysters on the way home. Since we were coming home later than expected, Miss Scarlett, the aforementioned mother-in-law, felt the need to call her 80 year-old mother, Mammo, and let her know that we would be in a little late.