The Library was far from German though, with a menu of hamburgers and various fried and deep fried items. As it turned out the hamburgers were first rate but getting them got to be a real hoot. We speculated that they were cooking on a George Foreman grill because the food was slow in coming. Our waitress, a grandmotherly lady of apparent Germanic heritage, was getting increasingly frustrated and aggravated. It didn't help that ROMEOs were claiming food that they hadn't ordered because they couldn't remember what they ordered. Dale tried to help her out by reminding her at every oppurtunity that he still hadn't received his onion rings.
As it turned out she did have a good sense of humor and we all had a good laugh when she dumped a basket of french fires in Louie's plate. No one went hungry, although several in this crowd could miss a hamburger or two without much concern.
Seven of us rode from Salina together but split in smaller groups for the return ride. Some went to tour the church first. Pat and I set out the find the wind farm north of Ellsworth. Quite an impressive sight and more being built.
Pat at the Wind Farm
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