Family reunion.....

JP shares a birthday with the late, great George M. and what began years ago as a bash to celebrate his own birthday, morphed over the years into an annual family reunion....
George M. Cohan wrote, “It’s a grand old rag......”
And it was a grand old day, pretty much all day.... Yest’day was a family reunion day....it was a quiet day, not too hot....the kids swam, the adults talked....ever’one consumed sodas and water...JP did the bbq’ing, burgers ‘n dogs ‘n pulled pork sandwiches....We had Rusty and Willie and Buddy there with us....we had to keep 'em tethered pretty much, of course...they barked at the constant parade of people enjoying the park....families with young kids, mostly....scooters ‘n skateboards ‘n a few bicycles...most exciting thing wuz Buddy, the German shorthair diving into the lake after a gaggle of geese...chased ‘em clear to the other side before being rescued by Ashby on a tube....’Course, as Ashby rather sheepishly admitted, “I egged him on....”
After crossing the lake and giving up his place on the tube to Buddy, he wuz almost back when the motorboat ranger finally appeared and cautioned him that there wuz no swimming in the lake and Buddy wuz spozed t’be on a leash.....ahhh well, all’s well that end’s well....
It wuz the longest trip I’ve made since the Chemo thing, about two hours each way, and I wuz exhausted when we got home....Still, it wuz a nice day ‘n all in all a pretty good Independence Day weekend.....”and forever in peace, may it wave.”