Sunday

We ate breakfast at Cracker Barrel.  Our waiter, which we had not had before, asked us if it had been awhile since we were there.  We said yes and he answered, we were just talking about you and wondered where your were.  Funny.  He was a good waiter and kept up his humor.

Latter in the afternoon we went to the same area to pick up our daughter who was returning a rental car to give her a ride home.  She had been on vacation to the Black Hills for a week.

We grilled beef, vegetable kabobs for dinner, very good.

Could had been my family when I was a kid.