I remember a watermelon stop on a trip from North Carolina to Texas to my Navy Dad's next assignment, we stopped on a hot summer day at an advertised watermelon stop. We sat at a slightly tilted table and were served slices of watermelon (as many as we wanted) --- and as we ate, the excess rinds and juices slid down the table to a tub on the ground at the end of the table! How refreshing!
--- on a hot 1943 summer day!
Hoping you all are full of energy today.
--- on a hot 1943 summer day!