For many, many years, a favorite place to go for a restorative evening or
special occasion was Bruegger's Pipersville Inn. Peter introduced us to it, as it was a
favorite haunt of his good friend Ned Pitcairn, who lived not far from it in
Carversville.
Pete and I - with possibly some family or a few friends - always started
out in the cozy bar, which looked like something out of a book on the Cotswolds
or some wonderful back country spot. The
bartender was as a real character and made great Old Fashions. Then we would move onto one of the equally
cozy dining rooms for an always superb dinner.
One Sunday, we were
happily rambling, just the two of us, along some Bucks County back roads. As planned, we pulled up to the Pipersville
Inn for a drink. We were surprised to
find an empty parking lot - not a car in sight, not even where the staff
usually parked.
As we pulled in, Pete (who
had incredible peripheral vision) had noticed a sign on the door, but it hadn't
registered. Curious, we walked up to see
what was happening. There,
on the front door, was a large sign -
"Closed for Happiness."
What
a wonderful thing to read, even if we were hadn't the vaguest idea what it
meant. Pete
being Pete called up the inn on Tuesday (it was closed on Mondays) to find out
more. It turns out that one of the
Bruegger's children was getting married.
The memory of that wonderful sign stayed with us. When Pete closed down Lockhart Lumber for
Peter and then for Michael's weddings, up went our own sign, "Closed for
Happiness." Today, Elsa continued
the tradition, posting "This work station is closed for
happiness!" before she left
Prudential.
To all my dear circle of friends, have a wonderful weekend. I will be back on Monday. Until then, my e-mail endeavors are very much...
"Closed for Happiness."
And now, to bed! Love - the
Grandmother of the Bride
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