Good Group
Today seven of us stitchers meet at Perkins in Mankato for lunch. It was the first time this year. With the covid and variants that may bring on new restrictions, it was well needed. Sharing ideas and what life has dealt each of us since last we met, it was such a great day.
Dennis’ son had traveled to St. James from up north in a pickup he had borrowed, only to discover the tabs were expired. Hmm. Yesterday, Dennis let his son, Ken, have the little red pickup as Dennis knew that a few cocktails would be had when old friends meet and he didn’t want Ken to be stopped for expired tabs on top of things. What was left in our driveway was a GMC Sierra 4×4 with huge tires on it. The cab of the truck looked like it was three feet from ground level.
Tuesdays, Dennis and friend Dwayne go up to McDonalds for morning coffee. I asked Dennis what he was planning on taking for a ride. I could easily see him taking the Cub tractor with Dwayne riding on the fender. Nope he was taking the Sierra.
As I was getting ready for my Mankato trip I could hear commotion out the back door. Dang, I never have an option for a photo when I would like. What I saw was Dennis plunk down the small stool from the patio porch by the open door of the pickup. Attached to the leg of the stool was a green bungy cord. Dennis stood on the stool to get into and onto the driver’s seat and then he preceded to reel the stool up and into the truck via the bungy cord. The stool was parked beside him on the center console and off Dennis went to pick up Dwayne.
I knew Dennis would have Dwayne get into and out of the pickup with the same arrangement with the stool. Gotta love determination and . . . no fear of retaliation by the rest of the gang at McDonalds.
We both had a good day with friends. You really can’t ask for anymore than that.