Last night I dreamt that I met Don Knotts, told him how great he was, and then he signed one of my copies of The Catcher in the Rye. So it goes without saying that that was the best dream ever. Right.

Papa's birthday is Monday, so tonight we had a get-together in his honor. He loves to go to Rocky River Springs Fish House, so we met out there. I had a lot of fun. Just being around my cousins qualifies any event as worth while. It had been a long time since I visited the old place. I forgot how homey it is. A very nostalgic feeling comes over me whenever we gather to eat there. Upon entering you are greeted by ancient arcade machines and just as ancient Peppermint Patties. They're still 20¢ each. I always buy one. (That's my brother in the game picture.) A vital component of "Rocky River" lies within the same room. The egg dispensing Flintstones machine has been there at least a century, and I would bet my collection of Chiquita banana stickers it's actually approaching it's bicentenary. After swallowing your quarter, Fred spins and says, "Yabba-dabba-do! Yabba-dabba-do!" The egg then clinks for your attention, and Mr. Flintstone utters, "Dino thanks you!" It was the biggest thrill in the world to exchange our fathers' quarters for two or three cents worth of plastic. I guess the suspense of discovering what dwelled inside well made up for the rest.

Just about everyone was there. David and Myrtle were absent, but I'm glad my great-uncle James came. I don't get to see him as much as I'd like to. I also saw Carl, Doris, and Libby, a few of my grandpa's siblings. I had not seen Carl in a very long time, despite the fact that he lives less than a mile from where I'm sitting. Aunt Doris kept (and still keeps) children for a living, and I would stay there some times when I was young. So, I was glad to see her. Also, I finally got to see Jeremy again.

Oh, and I noticed this, thought it was worth sharing. This arcade game was dated as being created on 6/26/89, by the way. I'm insane for details.