Life in Geezerville: Sunday Breakfast Edition

Today we celebrated a time honored tradition of going to breakfast after church on Sunday. This has happened for as long as I can remember. As kids, we'd go to church, then hop in the car and have breakfast or brunch. We were all dressed up in our Sunday best and we'd go to a real restaurant and we had to use our good manners. It was a big deal. Sometimes, after breakfast, we'd go home and quickly change clothes, and my dad would take us on a Sunday drive. I used to love the "Sunday Drive" as dad loved local history and told stories and took us to "fun" places.

Nowadays, it's about the same only I don't need someone to remind me of my manners. After church we go to breakfast. We want to leave church as soon as we can so we can don't have to wait too long to get a table. Some places get really busy about 9:30 and we want to miss crush.

We see lots of folks from all the churches in town. We stop to talk to them, but we're all in the same hurry to get a table before they're all gone. It's strange/funny that way.

Now that the "snowbirds" are back (of which I am one), there's more folks in town and I'm told the breakfast places are busier than they are in the summer when the desert is burning hot. There are more cars with license plates from Montana, Wyoming or Idaho around town. Yesterday I saw a plate from Minnesota and another one from Alberta. The snowbirds drive many hundreds of miles to escape from the colder climes. The rest of the snowbirds will be trickling in during January. Our little town transforms to a bigger "little" town when we're all back.

The bottomline, we are returning to our winter-home where we have friends. We see our friends at church and then we do the next logical thing--break bread with them at a local restaurant. In Geezerville, that restaurant is usually associated with a golf course (we have a lot of them in town) so the surroundings are green and pretty. It's a good time to renew faith and friendship at the same time. Some might even go on a "Sunday Drive" after breakfast. If we don't go on the Sunday Drive, it is always in the back of my mind as a fond memory of my youth. Remember, we're all in this together.