It’s Thursday, this must be home. The Old Men’s reunion went very well. We still rode the bus to and from various events, saw the carrier Yorktown, ate good meals, but that was but a sidelight. The real purpose of these events is to renew old friendships, and I did that. I hadn’t seen some of the guys for 50 years, and that’s a long, long time. They didn’t look like the young, skinny kids anymore but a few words and a laugh brought back the memories. Every time I attend one of these annual events I swear I won’t go to the next one, but for some mystical reason I do, drawn by the possibility of another old partner showing up. I may or may not go again. I won’t say never because I don’t have the will-power to NOT attend. Cheers guys. Stay well.
I unloaded a couple of books, and received some encouraging comments from those who read the first and second Powers Trace books so guess I’ll finish the new one. Can’t let the fan base down can I?