Grasswire, stop snacking and get busy on all that paperwork for The State for that pie shop. You have much to do. Those musicians and artists are counting on you.
I don't think the pie-and-jam shoppe's going to come to fruition.
Not because it
couldn't, but because the grasswire primitive always struck me as the silly older woman type, somewhat giddy, and those sorts talk, but of course they can't do.
There might be another primitive or two who could make a go of it, but it's not in the grasswire primitive.
Someone in the cooking and baking forum was inquiring about the hippywife primitive, who hasn't been there for a while; no responses to that campfire yet, but one assumes Mrs. Alfred Packer and Wild Bill are spending the holiday (in real life) camping in the Ozarks, or (in fiction) roaming all over the roof of Nebraska.