10/4/2018: My brother, Albert rolled into town-literally, driving his black, sports car; he just retired working from Williston, North Dakota. Albert saw a banner hanging from Placerville's Main Street advertising a spaghetti dinner being held at the American Legion on the way driving to my house.
Upon arriving at my house, Albert flatly stated, "We're going to eat spaghetti dinner~MY TREAT!" Ok, Albert-Let's Go!
I drove my truck to the American Legion Post giving Albert time off from hauling from North Dakota to NorCal in about nine hours, non-stop driving . . . Oooof~My brother is such an outrageous, road warrior-he's INSANE IN THE BRAIN and he STILL wants eating spaghetti? Okay~Whatever, Dude!
We enter the building which was packed with a plethora of people wearing American Legion hats, mounds of gifts stacked at every table, cramped tables filled with people stuffing their faces with all-you-can-eat spaghetti dinner, loud microphone blasting through fuzzy, inaudible speakers, strange flyers floating about the marijuana initiatives, the smell of spaghetti sauce, vinegar, and bread permeating the entire Post!
WOW! Warning, warning: Visual, audible, and olfactory overload, Mr. Rogers-over and out! read more