Da BBQ
Maybe she found the
stash, and wondered why he never told her. Instead of confronting him about it, as most women would, she started to
rationalize, and then little by little it started to bug her. Possibly she felt
he was saving to leave her, so she left him first…and took the dough. Things like this
make us smoke all the more, we screw up, and nicotine is the key to inner
peace. How bogus is that, uh?
A short time after
this, a couple we knew out on Long Island,
invited us to a swell July fourth BBQ. They were really cool, and been married
forever. On her side, they were all big time Yanks fans; on his side they were
all even bigger Mets fans. I’ve been a Yanks fan for more than fifty years, and they
knew it.
The families had made
a pact for the BBQ, a one time deal. Nobody could wear any kind of fan regalia. No Tees, no hats, no arm bands, no pins
not anything. It was a really cool thing to avoid controversy, because they
were always arguing about the Yanks and the Mets. It was going to be a large
crowd, most of it being family, from both side of the tree. But they forgot to tell us
about their little deal.
They have a really
huge back yard surrounded by beautiful trees about the fence, and in the northwest
corner there is a hugemongous maple. There were several tables under open tents, (in case of rain, and for
protection against the sun), scattered about, with family sitting, and enjoying
a great afternoon. In the back was the pool, and a few yards away from it, the
grill.
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