This weekend is the big festival in Manchester called Bonnaroo. It’s a southern, modern version of Woodstock each year. Lots of music and crazy, sweaty people milling about on a big farm. Fun!
In spite of my mother’s every good intention to start us kids off every day with a hot breakfast, I do not like breakfast. I am not hungry when I first wake up and I don’t want to eat anything. All I want is a cup of coffee and I’m OK for a couple of hours. Then, around 10:00, I get really hungry. Of course, by then I am at work and getting a full breakfast is impossible. But on weekends – that’s the time to go to Shoney’s or Golden Corral and get some breakfast buffet.
