It makes my day when there’s a photo of him!

Mom always said I made better biscuits than she did. I always said it was no secret as to why: don’t skimp the butter! (She grew up in the Depression so she always skimped the butter.)

Every exit is an entrance somewhere else.

This looks like something the Beaverton made up.

Can you please make these in size large?

Looks like she might have had an accomplice!