It is easy to take for granted the incredible beauty and joy of spring. The sun just shined all day. The flowers are out and at their brightest and the grass is warm and soft. What a blessing it is to live in such a magnificent part of the world. The changing seasons simply assure that one will not take nature as a constant.
Valerie and I went and ate at Stan's for lunch. Stan's is one of those rare burger joints in this world, like the Charcol Burger in Glenwood Springs, that simply makes great food. The atmosphere is that of a run down, small-town, greasy spoon. The girls are all very young, of all shapes and sizes and not so much as a memorized "May I help you." The grill is there but to my knowledge no one has ever seen anything actually being cooked on it. Instead a hamburger patty disappears smoke and good smells rise and soon a burger materialized. As good as the hamburgers are they simply can't compete with Stan's french fries. They are long, greasy, hot skiing intact and yummy, especially with generous helpings of salt and special sauce (catsup and mayonnaise).
I've never seen Stan's advertised but I doubt it will ever come to that. Stan's best advertising is the food. It doesn't want a lot of one-timers it wants come-back people and that's what it gets.
Amen.
JC
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