Latter part of last week Edna had been grumbling around the cafe. She was stewing about something. Turns out it was what were we going to sell for the Fishing Season Opener. It was Friday morning she looks up from the grill and announces "Hot fudge sundaes!" Since hot fudge sundaes aren't a Friday morning kind of thing, everyone stopped, just stopped, what they were doing. Sonsen was sitting there with a piece of wheat toast, strawbery jelly and butter spread as always, hanging from his teeth. Maeve was about to aim for a coffee cup on the counter with the Proctor Silex, Earl stood motionless with an empty bus pan. It was spooky quiet.
"What about hot fudge sundaes?" said Ed Grimson--the only guy in the place with an empty mouth.
"Fer the Opener Sunday morning," says Edna. "I just got a feeling about it."
"That's crazy," says Maeve. "We always sell coffee, cocoa, and sweet rolls at the Opener. People count on us."
"This year it's gonna be hot fudge sundaes," declares Edna.
Well, OK. Edna's the boss so just before sunrise we trudge down to the lake with a cooler of ice cream and whip cream and the portable heater with hot fudge sauce. Small tank of chopped nuts and some cherries and declared ourselves ready. It was a glorious day. Before the the first line was cast there were a few speeches and everyone sang God Bless American. Then the boats were launched and the fishing began. I don't think fish like drums and bugles because no-one caught anything. Mr. Wren the high school band teacher insisted the kids needed the practice so the town board let them play.
All of you out of state readers, it's official. Minnesota is now 150 years old. So be sure to raise your coffee mug, face our state, and drink to our good health. Got to go & order more fudge sauce; we sold out on Sunday.
Jenn
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