My son-in-law’s grandfather had his 90th birthday party Sunday afternoon. This is his English grandfather not the Japanese one. There were about 50 or 60 people and it was held at the local Art Center owned by my Son-in-law’s Aunt. The local state rep was there and presented the old man, I’ll call him D, with an award from the state representatives, for all the work he has done for the town and the state. He is also a Doctor of Psychology and was in the CIA in Asia at some point when he was younger. He even had an alias and was undercover but I guess he still can’t talk about what he did because it was all top secret.
THAT’S HIM ON THE RIGHT. DO YOU NOTICE ANYTHING ABOUT THIS PHOTO?
THAT’S ME AND MY NEW FRIEND I MET THERE. DO YOU NOTICE A THEME HERE?
Damn near everyone had a cane, a walker or a wheelchair. This was the cane convention to beat all cane conventions. At least I didn’t feel out of place. They served baked beans and hot dogs and corn bread because Durgin Park, a very famous historical restaurant in Boston, that is known for those particular foods, was started by D’s grandfather or he owned the building way back when. I sort of lost track of it all as they were talking. Fortunately they had some vegetables for me to eat and while everyone ate ice cream, cake and brownies for dessert, I ate grapes. I did eat a hot dog which I shouldn’t have and some corn bread and some homemade brown bread. But the meal was both lunch and supper. They didn’t have diet soda. I had to drink seltzer water.
I ALWAYS HAVE TO POST PHOTOS OF THE FOOD!!
Maybe I just notice cane people more because I am one. No one had a monkey’s fist on their cane except me. I guess that doesn’t surprise anyone. D was 90 so a lot of his compadres were right up there in age so there were bound to be cane people. I didn’t even get photos of all of them. I did notice the crowd kept tripping over all the canes sticking out of everywhere. The evening ended with the toilet upstairs getting clogged up and the clogger not telling anyone . The water went through the floor from upstairs and down through the ceiling into one of the rooms in the art center and fortunately my daughter saved all the artwork in that room with her quick thinking. The water was coming down fast too, but nothing got wrecked. That was definitely the most exciting part of the day. I’m really glad not of the artwork got destroyed. I wish I had photos of it but everyone was too busy trying to stop the flooding except for the cane people who just watched. I did help by grabbing all of the paper tablecloths and handing them to Sarah to soak up some of the water.
I LEAVE YOU WITH PHOTOS OF ME AND SARAH AND OBIE AND SARAH. MY HEAD IS TWICE THE SIZE OF HER HEAD. I HOPE I LOSE WEIGHT IN MY HEAD.
OH, AND THIS IS WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS. A CANE AND A SEAT ALL IN ONE. I DON’T KNOW THOUGH, THAT LOOKS LIKE A BROKEN ASS WAITING TO HAPPEN.