CASTLES

I was shocked yesterday morning driving to work down route 42.  There is a hole where an historic castle once stood...a white castle, of course.  Someone stole the home of the slippery sliders from Sharonville.  Someone stole memories of early morning drunken cravings being satisfied in seconds.  Someone stole the malodorous bastion of minimal cuisine. Not a drop of grease nor an onion chip could be seen.  I was temporarily devastated.

But, fear not, my friends.  Me thinks a bigger, better castle will be built on that sight.
:)