Happy Father's Day all you wonderful fathers!
for my darling, we took a trip to see his dear cousins and grandfather in a far away tiny little town called Panguitch (population 1623). I think I am in love with that town. Last time we went we saw a house with a toilet on the front step as if it were a chair. I had a very good laugh there.
And I was transported back several decades.
The place was perfect. It had the classic diner look to it, it only had two people working, the waitress and the cook (whose names were probably Betty and Lou). I gazed around loving every second, knowing that I really should be in a time warp. A little fly buzzed by the window where I was sitting and it just endeared me to the place all the more. The only thing that was missing was the classic diner music. The only music I could hear was the hum of conversation floating around and the clinking of forks against the plates.
An older couple came in and sat in the booth next to us and the man turned around and instantly began talking to us.
He asked us if we were from UT, and told us he was from LA and was headed up to Montana his home state to celebrate his 85th birthday with his high school friends. He was such a sweet friendly man!
He told us a little about working as a radio operator on a bomber in WWII and becoming a POW. He then talked about how openly Hitler went against moral rights, and how he thought the government was worse than in the times of Hitler and basically run by the mafia right now, and how it would be better if someone flew a bomber over the White House and bombed it, because what they were doing to the hard working class was just as bad and demoralizing as what Hitler had done to the Jews and people who opposed him... he went on along that vein for a while. I tell you what, he was a very friendly and interesting man.
I really wished we could have talked to him some more, but his wife didn't find anything good to eat on the menu, so they went across the street to a different diner. I tell you what, people now a days don't just talk to strangers (or even their neighbors!) they randomly meet in diners, and I really appreciated the friendliness and comradiere that is so much missing in our society now.
The next day I was pleasantly shocked to see that the whole town was closed. A town and all of its shops closed on Sunday! How quaint and wonderful! I so would love to live there, or in a town similar to it. The funniest part about the town though, is it is super tiny, and has about 10 motels (at least) in it. I am not exaggerating. I counted the last time I was there. I just don't remember the exact number, but there are a stinking lot of motels. I love it!
It was a wonderful trip, and a long drive, and we are all super happy to be home. Especially Keith. More details on our escapades in the tiny slice of 1940 to come tomorrow! In the meantime, enjoy your day with your fathers and husbands and celebrate them and all they do for us.