Dusting off the jukebox

Yeah, yeah, I know it’s old school but it’s fun to flip through the choices. I like it now that I’m here pretty much by myself because I can pick a song and play it over and over and over and over and no one complains. Foo gives me a look, but then she sighs and puts on her earphones and starts bopping to her own tune. I have no idea what she is listening to in her cute little earphones, but her head shakes and dance moves are entertaining.

I just starting thinking about it being an election year – a contentious one, to say the very least. We don’t talk politics in this joint; when one walks in and hears the screen door slam behind them in the summer or the warmth of the Franklin Stove draw them closer in winter, one finds a respite zone.

Oh, Joe Biden. Yes. We are not on the fence about that BOZO. We admit it. We celebrate it.