Joey called on Saturday night to let me know that he and Miss Lillian and two people working off their service hours would be crowded into the kitchen on Sunday—holiday prep. Just as well; I've had a very trying week and was exhausted.
There was an interesting event on Friday... when I left town for a funeral. I let my Garmin lead me. FAR down a two-lane country highway, I realized that nature was calling. The pick'ins were so slim that they was one—an old, old country "store and cafe." I was desperate.
Inside, I found a place from 1950 that is so obviously unchanged. It is frighteningly unchanged. The "cafe" and "store" are so interconnected that neither leaves off or begins; they blend. There is a long griddle against the back wall, and two families were scarfing down its offerings. Two plump young women were running the place. No howdies, no smiles. I KNEW I did not fit in and never would.
I felt blessed to have been able to accomplish my mission and continue down the road—the next thing on my agenda being to REROUTE the drive home!
Hope to see you next Sunday!!
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