Weekend starts now.

The holiday weekend marks the end of the furious ten weeks that are the summer. It's in this time that servers everywhere view the underbelly of society and bring them bread. When we all finally hit Labor Day weekend that we realize that we've also hit the wall. All patience gone, all senses on hyper alert food servers everywhere can snap at any given moment. I hope everyone takes a rest from the labors of the day and catches their breath.

Sista Sal and I used to have the nicest little barbecue as the summer people would load up their suv's with their kids/dogs/elderly to make their way back to NY NJ or whatever part of Hell they came from. The barbecue would include happy hour on the front lawn. We would sit in our folding chairs and toast the departure of the demons that tied up our roads, polluted our waters and drove up all the prices relevant to cost of living on the CT Shoreline (Yankee Key West) There would be a sigh of relief as we made it through another summer, grateful for fortunes made, at what price our sanity and immortal souls. Have a cold one America.