Yesterday Cliff and I attended the annual July Fourth Barbecue at the clubhouse. It takes quite a group to put on these events. Here is a pic of the committee.
Jim (on the left) --
and Ray (right) did the barbecuing -- you can tell which is the chief cook -- and the attendees each brought something to round out the meal.
Cliff suggested we bring baked beans. He bought a can of same that he said he liked, heated them up, and carried them down to the clubhouse (no, not one bean at a time) in a slow cooker to keep ‘em hot.
I rode down on my scooter. That’s Frances with me. She likes to have her picture taken. By the way, she insists that her name is pronounced British style (she is, veddy) -- Frawnces. Yes, Ma’am.
It would have been too difficult to get my scooter onto the patio -- Cliff and I ate inside -- but the weather is always warm, so tables are set up out there.
Besides, all the food was inside.
Certainly, folks did not have to be urged to come help themselves. Cliff and I got in line, and soon we had a huge plateful of delicious homemade goodies -- all kinds of things!
Of course no meal is complete without dessert. The hordes descended so rapidly that the best I could do was get a photo of them gathered around that end of the table. A good time (urp) was had by all.
A man and his wife are awakened, at 3 o'clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets
up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
"Not a chance," says the husband, "it is 3 o'clock in the morning!” He slams the door and returns to bed.
"Who was that?" asked his wife.
"Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers.
"Did you help him?" she asks.
"No, I did not, it is 3 o'clock in the morning and it is pouring out there!"
"Well, you have a short memory," says his wife. "Can't you remember, about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!"
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain. He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yesh" comes back the answer.
"Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband.
"Yesh, please!" comes the reply from the dark.
"Where are you?" asks the husband.
"Over here on the swing!" replies the drunk.