Friday, July 4, 2008

Happy Fourth!

What with Mr. Muscato and I traveling in the States, it seems appropriate to mark the big day more than we normally would back home. Happy 232nd birthday, you dear, battered, ridiculous place! You don't look a day over 229.

A couple of special guests are dropping into the Café to help celebrate:

Is that fireworks? No, just the rat-a-tat of Annie's tireless tootsies...

God bless America - and Kate Smith!

Any country with fans like this has got to be okay with me. Now if we could just do something about the management...

November can't come soon enough.

1 comment:

  1. Is Kate flashing gang signs? Who knew? Kate Smith, ghetto thug.