Casper’s Vittle Vending Folks

Being an outsider who has resided in Springfield a brief 5 years I review establishments without the bias that can occur when a firm is a large part of one’s life experiences.

Casper’s is “quaint,” in the manner I define the subjective-in-nature term but I have experienced quainter quaint in many other locales across the USA.

However, in regards to the general locale of the firm, the quaint applies and can be an attractor to some while being a negative aspect for others.

I have tried their fare several times during the period of my local residing in my shanty a few minutes drive from Casper’s. I give credit to the firm that parking has never been problematic with ample room to park.

There was always ample seating room. That may be true to my tendency to shun food firms during the rushes at typical vittles eating times.

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Chili; with and without beans

I recall the graffiti of my youth, usually scratched into a park picnic table, where the young lovers publicly proclaimed their (((ahem))) life-long burning desire or lust or whatever emotion was felt that day by using the Spanglish word “con.”

Wilberforce -con- Wilhelmina or whatever the name of the couple.

The “con” always had those horizontal slashes in front and back of “con” thus the -con- shown.

Some near-paleolithic ritual in that part of California greatly influenced by the Chicano culture of the time… the culture that led to the Brown Beret movement of the mid- to late 1960s and early 1970s.

The FBI tried to infiltrate the Brown Berets as they successfully did the Black Panthers whose founding locale was over the nearby hills in Oakland, California. (apparently eventually successfully but I heard the Brown Beret infrastructure knew who the infiltrators were and that the Berets misled them, feeding them false information).

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