Having watched our way through tons of movies and documentaries during the virus slowdown, we need new entertainment here at the PBC&R; we are thinking minions. Minions who tell jokes, do dance lines, sing, get everyone laughing in a crazy giggling chorus would add much festivity to the atmosphere.

I don’t know – maybe the Minions could re-enact movies, such as Casablanca. Or, possibly not. If no Minions are available, I may have to bring in a group of Tickle Me Elmos. They are so cute when the fall down laughing and bang the floor with their arms.

Jeez, it’s going to be a long four years.

One hundred and two years ago, WWI ended at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.  Add one day to that and you will have tomorrow, my father’s birthday. His middle name is Pershing, after the general who led the AEF in Europe. I could write more, but some things are just feelings without words.

That’s why we’re more than ready to provide Peanut Butter Foldovers and our rustic ambiance to all. Oh, by the way, you don’t need a reservation, and, in fact, we don’t take mail in reservations at all. And any time “that man” has a “date” with with a microphone, we’ll be changing the station.

Because it is so necessary; because the Hun is at the door; because apparently God ran out of locusts.