VFW Post 118 Catfish Fry Draws Line Around the Parking Lot

LEGION PARKING— Commander Muskrat tallied 612 suppers—tails counted honest—plus uncounted tots who ate free hush puppies until their ears glowed.

Secret batter ratio remains classified, but witnesses report cornmeal, paprika, and a prayer. A visiting Marine called it "the right kind of noisy."

Proceeds refurbish the hall's furnace before February. America runs on volunteer grease and glad hands.