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Great Sunday Morning Breakfast

My brother and sis-in-law invited me over for breakfast this morning and had biscuits and gravy. I have discovered that a lot of people enjoy breakfast food(s). Many prefer breakfast and like almost all of the wide variety that breakfast offers. I am no different, and biscuits and gravy may be my favorite. Nancy and I went to a cool place in Clarksville for breakfast and they had B & G that was to die for. A small ma-and-pa type place that we took the kids and everyone liked because the decor was a cobbled mish-mash and wasn't the least bit stuffy.


But I digress. Brother Phil is the hardest working person I know. He travels constantly, has to catch flights and has long weeks that sometimes goes into the second. He has to "on" for his contacts and has to manage a large staff. Tough work. We have worried at times about a diversion in his life that may allow him to slow up a bit and relax, unwind and get his mind off work. I have been trying to get him to buy an old car so he could go to cruise-ins or shows and take it easy on weekends. And someday he just might. I told him he needed to find a hobby. He tried apparently to collect gas containers:




Perhaps it lost its appeal with the high gas prices. He found something else, however, to take his mind off work. This is a sweet '08 Chevy Corvette. Much nicer than gas cans, and faster too. It is once nice ride with over 400 horses under the hood and smooth riding.



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