Saturday Ma and Pa Hat came to town, so I took them to lunch
for an early Father’s Day treat. Richard Bonomo, Luxuli, Jilly Moose, and OK
Cap came along to see them again (Rich) or meet them (everyone else). I can
understand – I am always curious about other people’s parents. In my case I
look just like the two of them put together, so there is no mistaking my
relationship to them. That didn’t stop me from telling people I was adopted as
a kid, since I didn’t want to admit any connection to them. When the other kids
would point out that I looked just like my parents, I would say that they did a
really good job matching us up at the adoption agency.
Yesterday I went biking with a bunch of Lutherans, including
my choir director, Kathbert, Banjo Player, and the fiddler from my band who is
not Hardingfele. Rich was running late and said he would catch up to us, so he
biked really hard, caught up… and got a flat tire. He stopped to change his
tire and raced to catch up with the group again. Just as he caught up, our
fiddler had a flat tire, so he had to stop to help her, since he was the only
one with a tire pump. By that time, those of us toward the front of the pack
had reached our destination, an ice cream shop, and were happily eating ice
cream. By the time Rich got to the ice cream shop, the first arrivers were
ready to head back to Madtown, but I said I would stay with him. Good thing,
since the people who got there later were mostly families with small children,
and they were all having people pick them up and drive them back. So Rich and I
headed back at a leisurely pace since I am never in a hurry and he was totally
exhausted from his futile efforts to catch the group.
Famous Hat
2 comments:
Yes, that is the way it was. Apparently God really wanted the fiddler to have an tire pump there for her.
BTW, you were not with your choir director. You were with your OTHER choir director. ;-)
This is true, but I didn't think to specify since earlier I had said I was with a bunch of Lutherans.
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