Executive Session

Just when we all thought Edna had settled on liver & onions comes the question of potatoes O' Groton. About when we were, you'll pardon the expression, hashing it all over in comes the postmaster Frank. Frank wants to know why tomatoes from Groton and isn't that where the submarines are, Groton, Connecticut? Tomatoes always go with sub sandwiches, don't they? How ever did that man pass the exam to be postmaster. He's Franklin Benjamin, by the way. We seem to have a high per cent of wise guy parents around here when it comes to naming their kids. It was too much for Edna so she called an executive session last week behind the freezer and they decide to try out liver with fried onions and potatoes as a noon special before risking it all for a Zero Choice Night. At this rate we might be serving seaweed sandwiches for ZCN, as we've dubbed it.

The week was further complicated by Maeve's kids coming in for a few days from Mankato. Maeve has two kids, twenty something. Boy and a girl, both married. I never did get it straight exactly who it was that came the daughter Betsy with her husband Tom or the son, Ed, with his wife. I'm also not sure who're the kids and who're the spouses. One day I'll catch Maeve to explain. I've even seen all sorts of pictures so it borders on the embarrassing to ask.

In stead of closing this week because the Loon County Fair starts Friday, Edna says we'll just be open till after the noon crowd. After that the whole county's running around like crazy setting up and not taking time to eat. Those of us in the hospitality industry consider this practice near scandalous, but that's life in Loon County. Oh, one other thing: for an anniversary gift, Edward C. Slurry is giving Edna her own hot dog stand. She's always wanted one. We hope Earl has always wanted one too, cause it's going to be parked in his yard till Edna gets a building permit.

As usual, thanks for stopping in,
Jenn