I am from a small town and this sounds just like normal for the morning men get together for their breakfast and coffee. Sometimes the discussion takes place in the community park while telling their tales.
Your writing always engages me, Bob, but doesn’t usually make me laugh out loud—a perfect way to start this Sunday morning in May, in Iowa. Thank you. Still smiling.
Old men don't usually talk that way to old women but I do know how old men talk when they forget you are a member of the opposite sex. Whatever keeps them smiling is fine with me.
I know the first two tales are true. Multiple witnesses at the softball game, and a very sad son whose father passed by the lake. The final one was said with a straight face...
What a great story! I could hardly make it through my scrambled eggs. I shared it with my wife, another beautiful older woman, and we had a wonderful laugh together. Hoping the equestrian metaphor takes root...
One of your best, Bob.
Thanks for the laughs and the perspective, Bob!
I am from a small town and this sounds just like normal for the morning men get together for their breakfast and coffee. Sometimes the discussion takes place in the community park while telling their tales.
Be careful in the saddle, everyone! Or … don’t!
What a delightful way to begin my Sunday. Thanks, Bob!
Your writing always engages me, Bob, but doesn’t usually make me laugh out loud—a perfect way to start this Sunday morning in May, in Iowa. Thank you. Still smiling.
Thanks Bob!
Old men don't usually talk that way to old women but I do know how old men talk when they forget you are a member of the opposite sex. Whatever keeps them smiling is fine with me.
Great story! So good I gradually concluded it was fiction. Thanks for verifying it was based in truth.
I know the first two tales are true. Multiple witnesses at the softball game, and a very sad son whose father passed by the lake. The final one was said with a straight face...
I needed this story to start my Sunday with a smile!
What a great story! I could hardly make it through my scrambled eggs. I shared it with my wife, another beautiful older woman, and we had a wonderful laugh together. Hoping the equestrian metaphor takes root...
Glad you both liked it!
Excellent hearsay folktale-like recollections
It’s good to have an early morning chuckle. Thanks.
Heckuva story, Bob.