Saturday, May 15, 2010
“Wait a minute – hang on,” one of the old men said. “Maybe we need a little new blood. Our next meeting is in June, and we’re stuck on what kind of activities we should have. It’ll be too hot to have a cookout, and most of us are too old to dance. We’ve had it up to here with bingo.”
The old prune piped up again. “He’s right. I didn’t mean to be rude. If you’ve got any ideas, speak up.” I rubbed my chin as I thought on it, but in less than five seconds she raised HER voice. I SAID – IF YOU’VE GOT ANY . . “
