Hey You Sandwich Nerds,
Vacation 2012 finale.
Home is to make you crave going
Gone is to make you crave home
On our way from gone to back
Back in the woodframe arms
And lunchcounter brawn
Of home. Home on the range
Oh give me a home where the sandwich can grow
To heights of wonder and grace
Where mustard is king
And businessmen sing
For their lunch and their paunch and their pie
Headed home. See you in the freshpaintfaced, newlyscrubbedplateglasseyed Lunch Encounter. Rounding the corner to autumn. Fire up the flattop!
xoxo, Snack
The Lunch Encounter 
Olde timey pc’s are the best. That’s where you’ll find me in any antique store, pouring over the old postcards.
P.S. Also meant to say, nice poem Snack!
Thank you!