Tiny Town

When we were little my dad worked in NYC and was often late coming home so we ate dinner before he got there. When he finally rolled in, he'd get a saucer and make a tiny version of his dinner -- two peas, a sliver of pork chop, a thimbleful of mashed potatoes -- and call this a Tiny Town Dinner.

Now, of course, there was more to just sitting up late with Dad eating a Tiny Town dinner while he ate his real dinner. There were Tiny Town Tales -- he'd tell us these long convoluted, action-packed stories about the people who lived in Tiny Town. Our favorites were The Great Tiny Town Bank Robbery and then there was The Tiny Town Mayoral Election. The mayor who won by a tiny landslide was later found to be corrupt and had to be dragged out of Tiny Town through the Tiny Town Town Square tied by his ankle with a tiny rope off the back of a tiny wagon -- it was terrible. Sure miss my Dad, but I'm making Tiny Town dinners for my son now.