Bob Wright
Hawkeye
As I mentioned in another post, Gus's Fried Chicken was originally Maggie's Cafe. The last time I ate at Maggie's, Maggie was ninety years old. She was a little, frail appearing black lady, looking like a gust of wind might take her away.
My hunting companion was about her age, ninety years of age, and they began talking. She told of her daughter's wedding, and commented on the fact that among the wedding gifts were an electric can opener and an electric frying pan.
"Humpfh!" She scoffed, "When I got mar'd, all they gave me was a frying pan and a choppin' axe."
Bob Wright
P.S. In the yard behind the cafe the next day's offerings were scratchin' around in the yard, on the hoof. Or on the claw, as it were.
My hunting companion was about her age, ninety years of age, and they began talking. She told of her daughter's wedding, and commented on the fact that among the wedding gifts were an electric can opener and an electric frying pan.
"Humpfh!" She scoffed, "When I got mar'd, all they gave me was a frying pan and a choppin' axe."
Bob Wright
P.S. In the yard behind the cafe the next day's offerings were scratchin' around in the yard, on the hoof. Or on the claw, as it were.