Some nights we eat at the shop, cooking brats, hot dogs, or steaks on our gas grille. Last night Don was tired of us holding our plates on our laps so he bought a folding table. It was really strange seeing that table with silverware on a napkin in the middle of the shop. He says now all we need is a candle for the middle of the table.

Jerry, we want a picture of you at dinner, holding a jar of Grey Poupon.

Don