Wednesday May 27, 2009

The Old Gang

Last night we had supper at a local restaurant with friends from our teenage days – we call ourselves “The Old Gang”.

When our children were young we had a picnic once a year, then after they were grown, we began going on day trips – one of our guys drives motorcoach.  Now that most of us are retired (or partially so) we began getting together for breakfast or supper in between the yearly day-trip.

Last night the couples in charge of this get-together decided that it would be fun to have the guys at one table and the ladies at the other.

It was fun to visit with the ladies. 

We had a delicious meal…

…served by Wendy, a great waitress.

Bob had us laughing as he imagined what each of us might be doing about twenty years from now – some with a touch of dementia. 

I was walking the hallway of a nursing home with Cerwin, who was in a wheel chair thinking he was pulling a load of propane. 

These three were sitting somewhere in a nursing home talking about the good old days.  Abe (right) was looking for his blue Pontiac, Larry told him to keep quiet, and Homer (left) interrupted Larry by acting like he was driving truck and blowing his air horn.  (Cerwin was the sound of the air horn.)

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What a fun evening.