One day it's a Supreme Court justice, the next day it's a soda jerk.

Brownie ain't gonna want him hanging around street corners all day, no how.

Next to my cooking, Granny's is going to taste like day-old sawdust.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubble and crude.

Yeah, Pa.

Well, he's got the truck and it's putting her ten miles down to his restaurant.

A short walk is good for the circulation.

Come on.

I wanted him to go it alone for a spell, but I'm beginning to miss him myself.

I'll just get a few things together in case he needs them.

Well, now, let's stay out of his way.

He's probably got his hands full taking care of paying customers.

Gee whiz.

Where is everybody?

Four hours without a customer.

What could I have done wrong?

Got the location, a snappy name, new glass in the windows, plenty of bittles, hot griddle.

How can they stay away?

Hot dog!

My first customer.