Only in Vermont

In our town, the Masons hold a community breakfast once a month on a Sunday morning. We usually go because the food is yummy, and the company is fun. The breakfast is held in the basement hall of the Masonic Lodge, which is very small (5 or 6 long tables) and a little cramped. The typical customers consist of farmers, families, and the town's "old timers". Well this past Sunday, we were happily enjoying our pancakes and bacon, when in strolls the Governer of Vermont with his wife and state-appointed body guard. They were driving through town and had seen the sign out front advertising the monthly breakfast. In many places where I've lived, there would have been a mad dash to line up for pictures, shake hands, or share political rants and raves. I have to say though, that most people seemed more impressed with the homemade biscuits than the presence of the head of our State. Of course, they were all polite, smiling and saying "Hi Governor". But they quickly got back to there coffee and conversations. The Gov sat near us, and he chatted with an old-timer about this seasons huge snowfall amount and the impending storm (yes, I evesdropped!).

Incidentally, the Gov is also going to make an appearance at Bug's Scout Troop's Blue and Gold Dinner on Saturday. At one point DH went over and reminded him that our church is also having our anual fish fry on Friday. His response? "Wow, you guys sure do like to eat here in _____!"