We'll Meet In the Middle, 'Neath That Old Georgia Pine - - -

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When Kamma and Papoo (you may call these folks grandma and grandpa but 'round these here parts that "ain't" their names) live more than 7 hours away from their grans it takes some extraordinary planning to get to spend time together.

A couple of weekends ago, in order to return our grans to their mommy and daddy we decided to meet in the middle - - - in this case "the old Georgia pine" was Exit 59 in Hoffman Estates, Illinois - - - a northern "burb" of the Big Ole Windy City.


Fortunately for all of us - - - all three generations - - - there was a Red Robin at the exit where we could share a little food and fellowship after our long car rides and before our next long car rides home.


Mama Keri was ecstatic to be reunited with her little "chicks," Mackinley and Piper.


We settled in to scour the menus for delightful morsels with which to assuage our budding appetites.

Around us was much ambiance.

Ambiance and atmosphere.

Mr. Red himself presided over all.

Then there was a carousel horse,

And even Miss Liberty waving her space-age torch.

The waiters had ready smiles
And the onion ring towers were feats of construction genius.

The food was OK - - -

None of us went home hungry that day.

I'm linking this little peek into my world,
The world of Central Wisconsin,
To YOUR world at Communal Global.

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