(Translation ... Debbie told me we were going to the Art Festival to buy a painting for one of our 23 blank walls ... on the way to Home Depot to get a leaf blower.)
We didn't make it past the first tent.
Myles, my "former" brother in law, was passing out flyers for his son Shane's business venture. Pam, his wife and daughter Kimmie trailed behind. Shane has a website for artists ... great concept ... with a few exceptions ... there is no cost to the artist, Shane gets no commission and his dad has to buy a piece of art from each artist.
More friends strolled by to talk.
Scott and Beth ... Janie and Ron ... Troy ... Kathy ... Bill ... about 30 more people we didn't even know but pretended to because they seemed to know us .
We talked about old times. Our kids played soccer together for years. Those of you with soccer kids probably know what that means. We spent every holiday, weekend and most evenings together in towns like New Port Richey, Valrico and Land O Lakes.
We all had jobs serving our children ... like bringing oranges, driving carpool, screaming at the opposing coach and getting ejected from the playing field.
Harvey had the most important job. He was the head of the Soccer Tent Committee. He chose his committee carefully ... Gary, Scott and me. Well ... it wasn't that "carefully" ... he picked what he could get.
We immediately renamed it the Erection Committee.
We competed with other clubs and continually won awards like ...
We came in third for "Erection Completed with the Fewest Members".
Those were the days.
So off to Home Depot.