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.
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!