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| The Three Musqueteras Last Night Together and Posing |
I’ve documented that this past week
was spent battling a nasty little cold. I finally felt sufficiently improved yesterday
to take a final step in my recovery – a thunder run back up to my hometown. Keene
Friend was down with his usual hosting role and the drive up through central
New England was just short of magical. The further north I drove the more
colors began appearing as the trees begin their autumnal journey towards
winter. Keene Friend and I were at our favorite sports bar shortly after my
arrival and soaking in the ambiance that can only be associated with
bombardment by every conceivable sport being contested around the world at that
very moment.
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| My Kindergarten Best Friend and I Last Night I Don't Think the Teacher Would Recognize Us |
Cantankerous Friend wasn’t available
as he was wending his way south for his annual Myrtle Beach sojourn however my
best friend from kindergarten was able to make an appearance following grandson
babysitting duties. While this was shorter than my usual adventures (no wife
shopping while we waited) it was another case where hanging out with friends
was just what was needed. Keene, but more so the people I inevitably hang out
with there, has proven to be a reliable source of spiritual rejuvenation.
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| Wife in Middle of the Mafia |
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| These Gals!!! |
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| Birthday Girl on Left |
I mentioned earlier the appearance of
fall colors. Tomorrow is the Columbus Day holiday which my Favorite Panamanian
and I usually spend driving around northern New England. Of course that won’t
happen this year as she is also achieving some rejuvenation of her own in
exactly the same manner I was – by hanging out with old friends. The three Musqueteras
were partying together last night down in Virginia. It was the birthday of the Maine
Musquetera so of course they were celebrating in Virginia so all three could be
together. From the pictures she sent and the lilt in her voice I know the
Fairfax County chapter of the Latin Mafia was out in force to support the
reunion/birthday party.
The Red Sox imploded last night against
the hated Yankees. I was so angry by the fifth inning I decided to drive home
instead of waiting until this morning. Keene Friend was appropriately alarmed
at my decision process but the thunder run was abbreviated and it had been more
than four hours. David Price’s pitching was more than enough to sober me up completely.
I didn’t see many colors during my midnight return home but did find an anxious
wife trying to track down my location via the phone. Wifely supervision doesn’t
end despite a 500 mile separation. In other family news the BRS is being
subjected to the baby version of the pumpkin spice craze and seems to like it.
These are a couple photos I captured from a video that is too large to embed
here. She was very vocal in her praise of the orange stuff; it must come from
her mother’ side of the equation.
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| I Don't Know What You Mean Grandpa |
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| And I Wear it So Well |
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RECURRING CHARACTERS
BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR
- First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA –
Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent Fiancé
& MEG – Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman – my son
in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school
from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great
Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since
grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to
attract women; Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school
friend, also a “minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla
– our backyard deck which
grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got invole din planning; Maine and
Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters,
my wife is the 3rdmusquetera (musketeer); Buddy – AKA
the Wonder Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died
in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy,
son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals –
female relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia –
inevitable group of Latin friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived
& their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close
friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife
(of course); First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday
of the Week; Excellent Boss – my former direct boss at
work; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who
come to every Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public
assistance along with demeanor issues
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