Mom's Diner
The screen door rapidly closed behind me with a loud SLAM! From the kitchen, I would hear my mom holler, “Don't slam the screen door!” After entering the dining room, I always gave a weak, “I'm sorry,” followed by, “Mom, what's for supper?”
It was as though we boys expected Mom to run some type of a short-order grill.
A picture of my mom should be listed next to the word “frugal” in the dictionary. The art of
