Driving Mr. Daisy
Aka Don Rhymer and the chauffer is Jackie Gaskin. He has mounted just outside the window on the driver's side a big loud squeeze-bulb horn that blasts a warning to clear the way - or else
We lived through another week. The Good Old Mixed People met again behind the American Legion with their old friends to celebrate living another week. It was the first time for some.
We drank a beer (or more) to toast another week and got a hold of the barbecue Boston butt and slurp down the Brunswick Stew, both delicious cooked up by Chef Extraordinaire Monty Calhoun.
Also, the Sunbeam bread was pretty good too! I got the bread (now I am throwing my bad shoulder out of place by trying to pat my own back).
And homemade ice cream topped it all off.
One time I counted and I think I counted 28! Wait, it just occurred to me that I did not count myself, so that makes 29 attendees of Good Old Mixed People…. And then more people came and I forgot to count them.
I bet the total was between 35 and 40. I didn’t get a count of how many brought their Bibles… and remember the collection plate, otherwise known as the Kitty Jar.
Some people bought their restored old antique cars. Unfortunately, I only got a picture of Jackie’s Model T. I think about three or four antique cars showed up… and that is not counting my antique 2002 Chevvy pickup (besides the authentic antiques I bet I was the only one there that didn’t have powered windows).
It was relaxing and as always the breeze was nice…. And shooting the breeze was even nicer.