C’mon Inn
Monday Morning
The diner had been full since early morning with crewmembers clad in safety-chartreuse jackets. Nearly every seat was filled. Most of the patrons kept their hard hats on their heads to make room on the scant tabletops for mountainous platefuls of flapjacks. Evan learned from a too-talkative mate seated next to him at the counter that this crew was the cleanup and restoration g**g tasked with refurbishing the football field of Appleton City High School. In ordinary circumstances, the crew would be much smaller and could thus stretch out the manhours for weeks. But the field had been the scene on the previous evening of the St. Clair County Truck and Tractor Pull. Now, you might think hosting all those vehicles in a schoolyard would be massively destructive of mani
