After a morning of hacking away at Johnson grass, I like to head over to my sister’s restaurant, pour myself a glass of tea and plop down at the community table for a leisurely lunch.
Lotsa times, other diners will greet me and inquire after Groundhog Hill, how it’s doing, what’s new, etc.
Lately though, a new guy has been coming to lunch around the same time I do and stealing my thunder.