Evendays

Bobby’s is a greasy spoon cafe with linoleum tables and booths with benches and springs that give you uneven support. Uncle J. had been singing Bobby’s praise so we jumped in the truck and waited in a short line for a breakfast booth.

Two eggs and biscuits for $1.65. A bottomless cup of hot, black water for .65 cents. College kids, little kids, grandmas and grandpas… Bobby’s offers something that Denny’s can’t. It’s the "je ne sais quoi" that maybe only small towns have.

Bobby’s is known world-wide. Every male relative of J. has been obligated to eat there, out of respect for J. 

We’re now in Paducah at wife’s brother’s home. They live in the historic district in a wonderful house they’ve rebuilt. They sell coffee and tea at the front of the place in a trendy little shop called "The Global Nomad". This morning there were 8 people lounging in the corner talking and laughing. They’d come out despite the torrential rain to have a good cup of Java and be together.

The kids head to Mexico today. They’ll be participating in an activity that many youth have done: building a house for someone who can’t afford it. Randy will meet them in San Diego to lead the group to Ensenada. Wife’s sister and brother-in-law will head back to Michigan. We have enjoyed the reunion, the first all together since father-in-law passed away.