Graham and I went for a walk in the neighborhood after going out for dinner at Goat Hollow. There’s so much greenery around, and Mount Airy folks DEFINITELY love their sunflowers. We came across a house with the front yard crammed with lilies, cacti, thistles, etc. It was basically a swatch of every flower in the neighborhood. It included a large spray of ornamental grass, which, I told Graham, resembled a Fry Guy.

Graham: A what?

Me: A FRY GUY!

Graham: A what?

Me: You don’t know what a Fry Guy is? Is it a generational thing you were too young for and missed out on?!

Graham: I don’t know..?

Me: Ok, Google.. show me pictures of Fry Guys.

I’m uncertain how to interpret this. Either Google thinks I have a speech impediment or she is trying to not so delicately imply what she thinks of my dinner choice of a gigantic medium rare burger with gruyere and fries. What’s more American than grilled burgers and weight problems?

Have a Happy Fourth!

Stacy

PS. Apparently, the official name for the “Fry Guys” is “Fry Kids.” I would have posted a photo, but most of them include a copyright tag.. so, in case you’re curious.. they’re like this:

Or you could just look here.