I was at the IronHorse June 18-21. While some things have not changed, some things have. I saw Charlene Thursday evening when she was at the lodge picking up dinner. We had a bit of time to talk while waiting for the line to open. Dinner starts at 7:00 now. Charlene told me all but 2 of their staffers are gone, Pam and another name of which I can't recall. There are no work campers. You present your name at a counter installed across the area where we used to make our salads, get utensils, etc. You get your drink (there is a soda fountain) and a table marker from the worker behind the counter and pick out a table, inside or outside. The server from the kitchen brings your meal. So, how is the food, you ask. Breakfast is as good as it ever was. Hard to mess up eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, etc. Dinners, not as good as they used to be. The choices didn't seem to be as varied as in the past. Charlene's Smoky Mountain Chicken was not an offering. She didn't know if they were using her recipe for the prime rib. It was still good. And this. This is the worst thing they could possibly do. They no longer serve (Oh, Lord, it pains me to write it!)... They no longer serve a CBS! They have a chocolate lava cake. It will never measure up to the Chocolate Brownie Sundae. I got to spend a little time with John on Saturday. I told him it seemed that the heart and soul of the place was gone. John said the heart and soul of the place was Charlene. I agreed with him, but reminded him that they both poured everything they had into the place and it showed. Jerry has made upgrades that John and Charlene likely would have in time. I didn't know who he was, but Jerry walked past me a few times on Saturday. He never spoke, no acknowledgement that I was there. John pointed him out to me a little later that afternoon.