Uncle Joe likes turf. He tried the chicken platter.
I was sad when I found out they weren't Indian Fry Bread puffs, but fried biscuits from a can! Oh well....they were still yummy for the tummy and you will find all the puffs you eat stay with you for a long time. Just take a look behind you and you'll find them on your bootie. Haha!!
This what the table looks like after dinner with the Joes. All plates are neatly stacked. One of us is a compulsive stacker. I wonder which one??
On our way home, on the scenic route we were stopped by a train. We were entertained by all the graffitti on the train cars....I can't believe I actually caught this car on film, and that someone actually wrote it.