By John R. Greenwood
Friday night arrives more slowly than Monday night. It inches down through the week and teases you from the moment the sun comes up. Friday's taste good even when the short straw says it's your weekend to work. Friday will always maintain it's dominance when it comes to days to look forward to. That TGIF feeling has been there since I can remember. It started in grade school when the last bell rang. It increased in importance when paychecks became a part of my life. Groceries and filling the car with gas have always coincided with the end of the work week. Cold beers after work on Friday always tasted better than any other day or night of the week. Friday's in highschool were happier and shorter. Even mean teachers smiled on Friday's.
Fridays in the present day mean I can stay up late pecking away on the laptop.
Friday's and Saturday's have been competing for top pizza night bragging rights for years.
The photo above seemed to ooze a Friday night vibe. With a camera never more than arm's length away, I snapped this shot; pepperoni, or sausage?