Motorcycle Racing and the Zen of Wyoming Part 1

Delores gathered a group to celebrate Don's (Judge Hall) 72nd birthday and my 65th. Don will thank me for the fuzzy picture-it takes 20 years off. They spent the whole summer re-painting and new carpeting the house. The old carpet went to the garage and they essentially lived in the garage for a lot of the summer while the work was being done and decided they liked it-particularly for its relaxed, smoker's tolerated, ambience. So we dined in the garage- Ham off the bone, scalloped potatoes, fresh fruit compote, razzle pie with ice cream, and cheesecake, washed down with Corona beer. There were the invitees and the droppees. Regular readers will know I love strange juxtapositions, and observing life in all its messiness. This was a good one. All old Wyoming, comfortable as old shoes and precious little holding back. It is what it is.

Our hostess, Delores, presided over a comfortable time that included observing robotic prostate surgery scars, sex after prostate surgery ( short discussion),out of wedlock grandchildren in our families, widowhood, aging,death and dying, euthanasia, gadgets, Red Bull energy drink, soap box car racing, dirt bike racing, tornadoes, old time characters we know, obesity, shoulder replacement, PBS television, politics, kids and grandkids, Rotary Club Crab Boil, friends whose trolleys have gone off the tracks somehow, old dogs, new dogs, and good places to eat, all the while listening to Wyoming beat Ohio on the football field and predicting post-game Laramie cop abuse of power. Oh and wedding receptions held in the NUCOR Hangar and fun things to look forward to. NOT boring.