Let’s not get too comfortable, now.
Nevertheless, the view is fantastic, especially because we were
overlooking the “Kaiser Hills,” and even though they were just hills in the
plainest sense of the world, I assume that I'm entitled to them in some way
that only makes sense to me (that's with regard to my surname, if you're wondering).
After only one full day at our cozy Hayingen cabin, we’re heading off to see some old family friends: Lynn and Franz. Mom and dad have known Lynn since dad’s Air Force days, and since she’s lived over here for most of her life, it’s not often that they get to reconnect.
We met at the Honey-Do Restaurant for some mid-afternoon beers and/or coffee. Described by mom and dad as the "nostalgic" rendezvous point to which they’ve faithfully returned to meet up with Lynn over the past few decades, I expected something…more? I suppose our dear Honey-Do has grown a bit elderly, lost a bit of her flair, and now is just another 80-year-old baroness with too much makeup on the eyes and caretakers who get overwhelmed when you ask what the juice flavors are today. It’s a shame, because I can see how it must’ve been a bit magical in its heyday.