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Show Bits and Pieces By Eleanor Bennett Less than ten years ago I didn't know the Wejt-what it was like, what it had to offer. And if I ever gave any thought to the words Western Hospitality, Hospital-ity, they really didn't ring a bell. Western Hospitality! That DOES have a certain ring, doesn't it? What do you think of when you hear it? Maybe wide open spaces, surrounded perhaps by snow-capped mountains. And there's bound to be a stream running strong. Horses are a MUST when you're looking for Western Hospitality; Hos-pitality; as is good food. And people . . . people are the focal point of hospitality any place, but the right kind of people are extra necessary in the West. I had a happy experience last Wednesday night that showed me a perfect example of true Western Hospitality ... I took some friends to dinner at ML Meadow Ranch Resort. Hugh Sweeten greeted us at the door and as we walked into the dining room, 15-year-old Maria Sweeten, seated at the organ, waved and stared to play and sing "Hi, Neighbor!" And that was just the beginning begin-ning of their famous Western Hospitality Hugh and his wife, Beth, showed us all around my friends had never been there before and then we were seated at a table overlooking the lush expanse of the area, A graceful Black Willow tree in the immediate im-mediate foreground with the other requisites not far away . . the snow capped mountains, the |