Barnstorming

(1964 June 23)

We decided to go out quietly for dinner and take a chance on the menu being something Daddy could eat. We had stopped in at the Red Barn to give me a treat as I had never been inside the place. We sat down at an empty table for a few minutes when a hostile waitress in costume and a righteous couple bore down upon us demanding their table and offering us a little one in the back between the BR and the kitchen. You know your father well enough to know it took him just three steps to flounce out the door. So we ended up at the Dutch Kitchen where we had chicken about as we do three days out of seven.