Good TImes

Call Buddy, I said.

And so he did.   And so the three of us sat on the stoop of the shed and had a drink.  Well, actually we had more than one.  To tell you the truth, we had two pitchers of thirst quenching Frozen Margaritas.  As usual, the trading of stories began.  Stories about him living in West Virginia, stories about some of folks out there, stories about folks around here, stories about folks to stay away from who would kill you without blinking an eye!



  Then the subject of our moving was brought up.  Feeling the tears well up in my eyes, I changed the subject immediately and moved on to yet another topic.  Both the Pres and I will miss the stoop of the shed and Buddy A LOT.