The day started out with plans to do a couple of errands with Mama. As often happens with us, we ended up doing more than we planned. We finished our errands and, of course, we had to eat. Mama said she had heard of a good place to eat in Beaver Dam, The Bluegrass Cafe. She said it was on a street that turned off the main street. This wasn't the first time we had looked for this place. Finally, after driving several streets, I saw a sign that read The Wagon Wheel Cafe. I asked her if she thought that might be the one. She agreed it probably was. It seemed a good enough place to eat so I parked, warning Mama not to fall in the ditch when she got out of the car. The walls were decorated with wagon wheels, of course. The building was built in the shotgun style, two dining rooms, the kitchen along the side. The menu was lengthy, a wide variety of items. We both decided on cabbage rolls and mashed potatoes. I also had white beans and cornbread. Mama had beets. A lot of beets. She was quite concerned that the beets would get on her other food so the waitress assured her that the beets would be in a bowl. When asked what she wanted to drink, Mama replied, whiskey. The poor girl didn't know what to think but laughed. She told the other waitress what she had said and they both had a good laugh. We did not go away hungry, the food was good and the place was interesting. Mama wondered if the other people wondered why we were there. I told her I doubted anybody had noticed we were there. She asked me if we were the only women there. We weren't. She asked me if I thought the same people ate there every day. I had no idea. How long had the cafe been open, she asked. I didn't know.
Our next stop was St. Vincent de Paul. Mama didn't find anything she wanted. She liked a butter dish but it was $2.00. She would have bought it for a quarter, she said. I bought a glass, a white saucer, and two crocheted collars, each for a quarter.
Our next order of business was to decide whether to stop at Walmart to get breadsticks or wait and get fresh ones in the morning. We knocked this around at considerable length. She wanted me to decide and I didn't care one way or the other. We finally settled on getting fresh ones tomorrow. With that settled I told her I wanted to stop and look at a truck. Mama got out of the car with me to look at the truck. The salesman laughed and told us he got a kick out of a woman her age looking at a heavy duty truck. She assured him she wished she could drive it right off the lot. I don't think he would have been a bit surprised if she had done just that. Neither would I.
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