Glenda, The Waitress
sorta, kinda
John Barry: ST. PETERSBURG — The way it was for 30 years, grizzled old fishermen, smelling of salt and last night's bait, stumbled into Skyway Jack's at dawn. A skinny Tennessee hillbilly brought their coffee and said — voice as Southern as peppered grits — "How y'all doin'?"
Those rough old cobs fell forever in love with Glenda Hill.
She died on Jan. 26 of ovarian cancer. She was 62. No one felt right that her ashes were whisked north without a goodbye. So Skyway Jack's will say farewell Saturday to the hillbilly waitress that everyone fell in love with.
The woman they loved was barely 110 pounds, a single mother of three. She held it together with her trayfuls of eggs and coffee.