VB seems back on track, so we made the obligatory trip to the fireworks display in the next town over -- which is the town I grew up in.
VD: You see that building right there, son? That's where your daddy went to high school.
VB: Oh.
VD: Actually, not that part of the building. That wing didn't exist at the time. I went to that part.
VB: Oh. I go to school.
VD: (thinking) Hmmmm...That sculpture wasn't there either. And it seems they aren't letting people on the football field. That's odd -- that's where we used to sit. I guess we'll sit here, at the same spot we started our short-lived Croquet club; complete with finger sandwiches and rousing versions of "que sera, sera". How very Heathers it all was.
That was so long ago...Damn, I'm getting old!
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People ask where 3B got his red hair. We used to say, "Papa has a red beard." But, we were getting a lot of weird looks. Now we say, "Papa had a red beard before it went gray." Now, people say, "Oh. OK. I can see that." We're not getting any younger.
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