At some point yesterday I realized it was the summer solstice and decided that my previous plan for the evening - sitting on my ass and doing nothing in the air-conditioned house - would not quite suffice as a way to celebrate the longest, most brightest day of the year.

So instead, I talked Cory into the vague idea of "doing something" which eventually translated into driving out to the lovely town of Williams to dine on veggie sandwiches at Granzellas.

If you've never been to Granzella's - then what are you waiting for? It is heaven. Not only it is a deli with a free olive tasting bar but they also have a little grocery area that's filled with all sorts of yummy foods (sweets, pastas, condiments, etc), an extensive beer and wine selection, an ice-cream counter and a cocktail lounge. There's even a small sit-down restaurant that we've yet to try out but we've sworn that next time we trek up there we'll check it out and order a pizza. There's even a Granzella's motel next door - you could just set up camp and live off of the bounty that is Granzella's. Well, I could anyway. At one point as we wandered around the store checking out all the cookies and candies I had to laugh for the way we were lovingly pawing all the merchandise.

Get me outta here, Cory finally said. I want everything.

Mmmm...everything.


After stuffing ourselves with the veggie sandwiches and, then, ice-cream, we headed back down the highway and enjoyed the late summer evening. Despite the wild invasion of insects hitting my windshield, the sky looked soft and pretty in that June summer way. At one point as we drove past a silo Cory remarked that, with all the surrounding farm land, it felt as if we could be anywhere in the U.S. Kansas, Illinois, Nebraska. (That is, if they had mountains in Kansas).

That was the beauty of the drive and of the night and of the company and of the feeling that we could be anyplace, headed anywhere, ready for anything on that, the longest day of the year.

If only....