We went down to the Beau Rivage with Skipper and Beth to see Jackson Browne in concert. Dude is 60 years old! One thing about it…there are no bad seats in that place.
Beth was the youngest person there who’s idea it was to attend the concert. She would have been the absolute youngest, no caveats, except for some folks who brought their grandchildren.
The other day, I was leaving the parking garage and heading up State Street. I glanced down at the odometer and noted 21,414 miles on my car. I thought, “How long am I going to have to drive this car?”
Flashback: I remember leaving the parking garage and heading up State Street in my BMW. I remember thinking, “How long can I drive this car before I have to give it up?”.
p.s. I still occasionally try to downshift when taking the Gluckstadt exit.
After only 17 days, Rhonda harvested my salad and ate it up like it was Hansel and Gretel. In her infinite cruelty, she made me eat it too!
I hope that the next generation is ready by Halloween.
Beth got her acceptance letter for nursing school!! We never had any doubts…
Rhonda wants to scarf down my salad, but I’m not ready to pick it yet. It’s only been a week…
