Generation to Generation

Barry barbecued chicken, hamburgers, and hotdogs today. Ronnie, Judy, Tiffany and Josh came over for lunch. We enjoyed three hours of each others company discussing health issues and reminiscing about our horrific Hurricane Rita evacuation experiences. That led to funny Hurricane Carla stories that weren't so funny to a past generation. The food was good and the music lively. Barry looked as though he was having a religious experience as he danced around the smoker to the beat of the music. Ronnie has lost weight and fit nicely into the plastic lawn chair. Last time he chose to sit in the swing and the chain broke. He recovered nicely. Tiffany and Josh went next door to play with Emily and Andrew and then they came back here and played computer games. Josh is sporting a new hair cut. He looks like Bart Simpson (cute).

Last night I went to the movies with them to see The Shaggy Dog. I thought is was just o.k., but Ronnie loved it. He was imitating it today. Josh fell asleep on the way to the movies. We all enjoyed watching his head fall from one side to the other. Judy got a migraine headache as we walked into the theater.

The old school cafeteria was torn down this week. I sat in the swing and drank a beer while listening to its destruction. I couldn't help feel the symbolic nature of the destruction equaling the passing of my parents' generation (Uncle Bunyan died March 2) and the passing of my generation into the older generation.