Friday night is traditionally a fish fry-or broiled as I like it, in Western New York. People gather at local eating establishments after a long week at work to relax a bit. More often than not, there is an abundance of people with familar faces doing the same thing. Being a little more confined during the winter months neighbors and friends might live close by, but are not out in their yards like in the warmer months.
That was the case for us last evening. We didn't sit at our table long before others came around to chat, or we found reason to visit acquaintances while they were sipping a drink or eating dinner. The snow was coming down outside, yet the fire was warming up all the good table talk.