We Used To Be Teenagers
We all used to be teenagers. Everybody in the world used to be teenagers, are teenagers, or will be teenagers...if they hang around.
We used to be teenagers that knew each other then and now, in many instances we are getting to know each other again... others of us have maintained their relationships then. Once a week the Good Old Boys and Girls (GOBAGs) gather and paid homage to each other and remind each other of the good times when we were without cares or worry when our main concern was getting away with things.
I didn't recognized the below man when he walked up. He started shaking hands introducing himself. I edge close to listen in. I finally heard his name: David Clackum. David Clackum!!! As a boy I knew David Clackum very well. He lived next door to my grandmother, aunt, and cousin. We were in the same class from about the 5th or 6th grade through the 8th grade. We had a good meeting bringing up old things and people we both knew. I used to have the paper route for The Atlanta Journal the same place he delivered The Marietta Journal. Things like this is why I love to go to the GOBAG.
It looks like Melvin Denard, Paul Roper, and Marvin Young are laughing at (not with) the photographer again. Notice Paul's knee is wrapped up. Just six days ago he had knee replacement surgery. If he keeps that laughing up he might have a bandage over the other kneecap the next meeting.
Monty Calhoun and Mayor Bill Dunaway chat. Jackie Gaskin looks like he has something to say too.
It was a good meeting. I think about 30 attended. Monty cooked hotdogs with a near-Brandi World Famous Hotdog chili. The food was sinus running spicy as usual. Delicious!