I had a great time last evening. My old neighborhood pal Brent Long is in town for his nephew's wedding and we met up with John and Cindy Chapman at the Island Pub for pizza. It was a hoot. Lots of old stories from 45 years or so ago...some I had completely forgotten. Like the boxes of gunpowder in the basement of Reid's house... Or jumping off the retaining wall onto huge tractor-size inner tubes in Brent's back yard. Or cooking bees. Good clean fun.
John Chapman, yours truly, and Brent Long. We were a lot cuter 45 years ago...
In other news, dad's edema is much improved. We have a doctors appointment on Monday and I'm guessing that we will be able to reduce his medication. He's a tough old bird.
Well, time to head out for the morning chores.
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