Schnitzelburg is awesome

Today as I was leaving for work, a man headed into the 19th Hole Pub gave me a pastry from a big tray he was carrying into the bar. "Here, take it to work with you," he said.

Since I have lived in Schnitzelburg, I have gotten homegrown produce from neighbors, had other neighbors push my car out of a snow and ice slick, and now a pastry on the way to work. This proves my theory-you never meet a stranger in Schnitzelburg.