This past weekend I had a friend come in town for a Broadmoor convention. She came over to catch the Bronco game with the gang and then Mags and I dropped by to spend the evening where she was staying. We got silly and reminisced about the good old days of River Street in Lake Placid when we were kids. Like the time I threw a hammer at my sister and the time we rolled down a hill in the dog house. You know typical kid stuff. We all managed to survive.
The closest we came to swimming, we ended up chatting in the bar eating apps.
Even Mags was laughing.
Well gotta go have a good day. Keep your eye on our camera.