Instead of our normal Probus meeting yesterday, we had Christmas in July in the dining room of the local motel. This motel has been taken over recently by an old fellow who has a much younger Filipina wife, and they have decided to focus on good, inexpensive home-cooked food for their regular income rather than the odd traveler who is looking for a bed for the night.
They're doing very well and a lot of the locals are taking advantage of the Parmi and Drink special they offer.
They had gone to a lot of trouble for us: a Christmas tree and decorations and traditional Christmas food so we were happy. The piece de resistance is that they have a pianola and we took advantage of that. There are some of us whose legs won't allow too much pedalling but some of the ex-farmers had no trouble and the old songs rang out. We finished with Show Me the Way to Go Home, which seemed appropriate.
Now Marilyn has decided she wants a pianola ... but where will we put it?
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