In The Allergy Season

Jenn here.

Someone might have logged on to catch up with our virtual guests sooner but for the pollen count. That was another of Arthur Bridge's lost causes: having Loon Center declared the Pollen Capitol of Minnesota. What are you planning, a Kleenex Parade? Mucous Marathon? Well, the Board of Selectmen didn't buy that any more than they went for the thought of a Skunk Cabbage Festival. Blame 'em?

One virtual guest said to describe the place a bit more so s/he could recognize the place. Well, the Cafe's a double wide big silver dinner set back from the sidewalk about one lawn mower's width plus room for some bushes from whence protrudes presently George Frey's posterior. He's still looking for his hog nose that's likely half way home to Michigan. The Cafe has those nice padded booths along the front, counter and grill service behind and some deuces and four tops with mostly matching chairs in between. The booths are that nice orange color that goes so good with breakfast. Compensates nicely for Edna's mood most mornings.

The town of Loon Center? The main street--Second Street--runs north & south with the courthouse at the north end and the consolidated school and fair grounds to the south. We're there on Main Street, which is Second Street, across from the post office. The tallest things in town are the water tower and the grain elevators. If you've driven off the interstate into rural Minnesota, chances are you've seen us. The differences are all under the surface and at that depth, we're the greatest!

Got to help Maeve with the side work. We're all a little slow today.