Who remembers that line from an ancient Saturday Night Live sketch? The Bass-o-Matic! Do you remember now? It happens to be my all time favorite SNL skit. Anyway, what on earth does that have to do with Route 66 and Afton Station? Well, let me tell you.... there's almost nothing better than fresh pan fried bass, and that's what Robin treated us to at the Station today. She catches a lot of fish in the stream close to where she and Phil live, and today she fried up a huge batch of it in light corn meal batter and brought it to us with home made tartar sauce and chips and we feasted! It was truly delicious, and I think we all ate until we couldn't ingest another bite. Marly proved to be a human fish-consuming machine, and I wasn't far behind. What a great treat! Thank you, Robin!
Ron M. and I had to leave at 1:30 so I could get home in time for my exercise session, so we left the couple in the good hands of Marly and drove back to Tulsa in a drizzly rain which may turn to a dusting of (aarrghh!) SNOW later. Although the prediction is for "slim to none" in regard to snow, I hate the evil stuff so much that I don't want to see a single flake.