Last evening we had one of those potluck dinners at the clubhouse. This is where everybody brings a little something, and there is ALWAYS food left over. But this not about the food. What I find most enjoyable is the socializing. All the back and forth and give and take. Well, I was sitting there in my scooter, when a woman I did not recognize came in. She looked at me and made some complimentary remark about my scooter, and we started to chat. I introduced myself, and she told me she was Diane C. I knew instantly who she was -- a neighbor only 4 doors down from me. And I had a bit of trivia to share with her. I told her that her Aunt Beverly and I had gone to school together in San Francisco all the way from kindergarten through high school. That rather surprised her.
What I did not remember then, but recalled later at home was this additional bit of trivia: When I was in the second grade (now that was a few years ago) the class put on a play of Hansel and Gretel. I was Hansel, a little girl named Jeanette was Gretel, and dear Aunt Beverly played -- the wicked witch!
Which somehow reminds me of an old joke told to me by an Italian dentist.
Q: What are the 10 hardest years in an Italian’s life?
A. Second grade
Money talks, but all mine ever says is “Goodbye”.
Fishing: That’s where you have a jerk at one end waiting for a jerk on the other end.