Gotta find me some Buffalo Wings.

No, not this kind. The Anchor Bar kind. Although this gal was kind of cute. We had dinner in the garden of the Twentieth Century Club and this lovely lass looked over us. Yes, I behaved myself. It was 93 and humidity to match.

Still gardening. Day 189 of 365.

3 thoughts on “Gotta find me some Buffalo Wings.”

  1. I am sorry! We did intend to have wings for you. But, honestly, I think all the non-Buffalo people can make them just as well by this time.

    Shhh! Don’t tell anyone I said that.

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