When I got home tonight, I couldn't wait to take a shower. I spent the evening at church helping to fry fish and hushpuppies and fries for a fundraiser for the kids to go to summer camp. We were in the garage at the rectory because of the rain, and there were eight pots of grease going to keep up with demand, so it was hot and stuffy. I really had fun hanging out with Jerry and Dickie and Bob, among others. I have known them all for a while, but it was great to learn more about them and just hang out while we worked. But after we finished cooking and cleaning up, I smelled like grease and smoke and sweat. It was kinda disgusting, but I was also nostalgic.
My dad bought a restaurant, Nooley's, in about 1985. It was a sandwich and burger shop. He owned it for about fifteen years, and I started working there in the summers after fourth grade. It was hard work, but I was lucky to have the experience of working there when I was home from high school and college, even though I sometimes hated having to do it. Anyway, today when I left the church I smelled like I had been working in Nooley's.
NOTE: The above image is actually of a restaurant that my Uncle Mike opened in Franklin, TN. But the logo is the same as the logo of my dad's place.
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