Rough Edges, Smooth Finish

Going out to breakfast once in a while is such a treat. We all met Grandma at the corner joint called Mary's before we left Weddington this morning. Sitting at one of three tables (with a little room for the dog bowls), we grabbed some place settings, made our own coffee and served it up. We placed our orders of eggs and pancakes, calling out a change or two to the woman in the kitchen. Mary had just left minutes before we arrived, but Joan was really friendly, sharing stories of raising her kids on the same block. We bussed the table and learned that the building was condemned. Mary's will close its doors forever in a week. 

As we said good-bye, one of my sons said earnestly, "That was the best breakfast out I've ever had." Aren't we glad we got there when we did?