Other day at McDonald’s (Sunday before mid-morning mass), it was “Please don’t sleep in the subway, darling” on the overhead. Nine o’clock or so, beautiful.
Dining with me, other tables, were Mexican families, including one with boy and girl who were as cute as singer Petula. Father in baseball cap kept his smiles to a minimum, mother had softer demeanor, two kids were relaxed.
Sunday morning breakfast, Foster & Bryn Mawr.
Blithe Spirit 