Memorial Day Memory
June 10, 2007 § Leave a comment
Early Sunday morning, Scott and I woke up early (somewhat of a miracle) and went out to breakfast at a great pancake house.
Midway through the meal, a pair of sweet elderly women in crossing guard uniforms were seated at the table next to us.
I faked panic. ‘Be cool, be cool,’ I whispered urgently to Scott.
He looked down at his blue plate special, then at me, and whispered, very seriously, ‘I smell bacon.’