Or maybe it was longer than that. Whenever Edna calls holiday hours like for Christmas or New Year's Eve, it's because of all the family and friends coming to town and they all wind up here at the cafe. They all also bring something to eat with them. That's fine unless you're a restaurant already and the, at least in Loon County, you need a Potluck License and insurance in case someone. Well, let's not go into all that, but the day after Christmas Edna sent me around to County Permits and ACCA to file the paperwork. Voila! We are a genuine all purpose potluck facility for a period not to exceed 15 days concurrently doing business as a house of hospitality. That don't sound good to me but Eddie the clerk said "It means restaurant, just sign it Jenn, willya. I want to get out on the ice." That's Eddie, all about business all the time.
Oh, the potluck. We stayed open all night for travelers and revelers who had no place to revel. Edna showed extraordinary patience for a ketchup fight that erupted about the time the curling match on the lake broke up. I'd say that was about 2:30 of the New Year. It was a great event. Maeve's twins & spouses came in, some of Edna's foster kids, a few clowns from Mr. Edward C. Slurry's carnival, and some folks driving through to Omaha. If you ask me, I think they headed out in the wrong direction. By now, they probably worked that out on their own.
Happy New Year,
Jenn
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