Corn

Well everyone, all I can say is that it's in and not a moment too soon. Coming down here so Noah'd build an ark. Sorry about Monday. I just couldn't get the create what you're saying page to load right so I had to wait to come into the library on my free time off.

But here I am and about that corn, Arthur Bridge says primitive people used to worship something like a great hairy corn god. But then you can never be too sure about what Arthur says. Sometimes it's for real, like the snow snakes, and sometimes, well, you know.

When Maeve finishes her waitress course at the high school she's taking a week off to catch up on what she calls the state of the art. She goes to these annual seminars on restaurant service and table settings and such. Maeve isn't union; she's in a PRO-fessional  Association. As I said, she's serious about her calling.

Well, stay dry, watch out for grass firs, and thanks for staying with me.

Jenn