Dinner was always at 5:30 in our house and was open to anyone who dropped in. Mom always made sure to cook extra, as our house seemed to be the local hangout for a bunch of us boys. When dinner was ready, who ever was around was always envited to stay and there wasn't too many refusals. And talk about the coffee, mom always had a couple of pots brewed and one of use boys would be fetching coffee for the people stopping in to the shop. Dad had opened a gun shop after retiring from the army and we were always out there shooting (both ammo and BS). That was back in the 60's in New Jersey, when you could still step out back and shoot a gun without ten cop cars showing up. After all the gun laws started taking effect, dad packed up the family and moved to Maine. When I got out of the service, I naturally migrated to Maine and have lived here ever since. At least I can still step out back and let the grandchildren shoot a few rounds without someone complaining. Funny thing is, when I go to mom's house there still may be two or three extras sitting at the table eating or drinking coffee. Dad's gone, but at 94 she still keeps two coffee jugs full in the kitchen for those that have come to know it will be there.