It’s a chilly, gray, blustery, rainy day here in the upper midwest. But neither inclement weather nor road construction could stop the regular Thursday meeting of the OFC (old farts club). My beloved Uncle Roger is always the first to arrive, waiting anxiously for the rest of us. My Uncle Bob and I arrived right at 8:30 and we waited about 10 minutes for my cousin before we were seated and ordered. She showed at 9:00 with her son and her boyfriend. I told her unfortunately, men of our age can’t afford to wait for anybody, as we don’t have much time left. Roger turns 83 Friday and he and his child bride of 63 years are going to a casino in Wisconsin. I tried to get him to have her make one of her killer German chocolate cakes, which I would readily volunteer to help dispose of. I doubt she’ll do it, but I can always hope.
HAVE SOME FUN STUFF PLANNED FOR TOMORROW