I hate parades. And I love pancakes. Deciding I love pancakes more than I hate parades, we took Alison and her mom to the pancake breakfast at St. Paul’s in Fairfield this morning. I’ve never seen such a well-organized pancake breakfast. Everyone was in matching uniforms, down to the straw hats, things seemed to run like clockwork, and they got God to give them great weather.
No, I’m not about to start gushing about another upscale town that doesn’t need any more praise than it already gets. But gosh, people in Fairfield are so darned good-looking.Or am I on a pancake high?