Sunday, April 13, 2008

Friday Night Fish Fry

Friday night I went to a small town diner for dinner. This place was a haven of happy locals who really enjoyed their meals together. Everyone got up from their tables to wander over for a visit with other "folks" they all know each other. I was by myself, with catfish plate and sketchbook. I felt sort of invisible, which was fun. Not being a local, the waitress brought me a spoon to eat with...said the forks were all in the dishwasher. I noticed the locals' meals were served with forks.

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