I had been to Jerome back in ’89 on a motorcycle trip with my Cuz and another friend. I really liked it and knew I would be back to spend more time there. It took a while but we made it. It was a beautiful sunny and fairly cool day, mid 70’s with a slight breeze. As we traversed the three levels of the town we started thinking about getting breakfast. Since we had the pups we needed to find a place with a patio. We found two of them, one was closed and the other was a hole in the wall, Downstairs off one of the streets that intersected two of the levels. Our little patio was not much more than four feet wide.
The pups were a big hit in this town, everyone wanted to pet them.