My favorite holiday always comes and goes way to quickly. Isn’t that always the case? However, I am finding that as the years have ticked by and the kids have gotten older and more numerous, what with them bringing home fiancés and all, I have less and less energy to survive much more than a long weekend of gluttony, Christmas decorating and joyful entertainment. And it was joyful…we laughed around the table two nights in a row.
Before the older children came home for Thanksgiving I took the two younger ones out for breakfast to commemorate the school break. Not far from our gap in the mountains there is another hollow call Dial, it was once the post office center for its community. What remains now is a few old farm houses, a church and Van Zandt’s Restaurant. For the low price of $5 a piece the kids enjoyed eggs, grits, a biscuit, sausage and bacon…and I confiscated the coffee that came with their meals. We were all happy this way.