Frank's Diner

Breakfast at 7:15? Clear on the other side of town?

Sure, why not?

Son-in-law Todd invited us to join him and his two fellow pastors along with Gary Jewell for breakfast. That way he could meet up with his fellow travelers without them having to drive back out to the Valley. (They had dropped Todd off last evening while they went back to the Super 8 for the night.) We had not seen Gary since his hospitalization, so we were pleased to be invited to join them.

Frank's Diner is an old railroad dining car that serves wonderful breakfasts. Fortunately, today was a weekday, so there was no wait (on the weekends, the wait is l-o-n-g, sometimes more than an hour.). Forry had their "small" order of biscuits and gravy while I had their "small" cinnamon French toast. Forry was able to finish all of his, but I barely managed half of mine.

We had a good visit with the fellows. The other two pastors are acquaintances I have met various times over the years with my work with the Pacific Northwest Mennonite Conference. It was good to get to know them a little bit better.

With lots of hugs sent to Daughter Dawn and the grandkids, we saw the fellows off, back on the road to Oregon.