I recently worked the annual Greek dinner festival at my church, and once again had a blast serving about 1,200 takeout meals from a tent in the parking lot. Had lots of good help from Ann and my sons and other parishioners. I dusted off my old jokes about the revenues being split among the three members of the Holy Trinity, and about how any bounced checks would see the writer go to Hell. As usual, we drank a lot of wine out of paper cups while we worked, and i did some Zorba dancing behind the counter. Chicks dig Zorba.
Here is a picture of us preparing to open the tent for lunch. That's Ann on the left, wondering if all Greek people are as strange as her husband.