What’s For Supper, Grandpa?
I used to love the old Grandpa Jones routine on T.V. about what’s for supper. I guess it’s because it is just like that here in the County.
When I first came home, the first meal I had other than going by mama’s for some beef stew was down at the County Line Cafe. Didn’t even look at the menu, and ordered a quarter fried chicken with hominy and apple sauce, a bowl of crowder peas, and a small side salad with French dressing.
Greek stuck his head out from the kitchen and said, “Son of a gun, Tommy Bibey’s back in town. Send that boy some extra biscuits.”
Sure enough he knew it was me, and had it been Sunday after church, it would have been the Delmonico steak with fries, and Greek woulda still been right, ’cause he knew that was my Sunday regular.
He came out to visit. “Pap’s over in the Nursing Home, Tommy, and Dr. Robin is fixing to retire. Can you study under him for a while and take over?”
“Sure nuff, Greek. You know I’d be honored to.” I was off and running. I was doing good- I’d only been home four days and I already had five patients- two new ones at the County Line that very day. All of ’em but one are still living to this day.
One of them told me, “I hope you last a while boy, my last two doctors died on me.”
“Me, too, George. I’ll do my best.” So far me and George are still kicking along, and I hope it stays that way a while. I’d hate to disappoint him.
“Hey, Greek, how ’bout some of that blackberry cobbler and …..”
Hey, with the holiday just around the corner, I can’t wait to tell you about Christmas in the County; maybe I can by this weekend.mini-posts