This on again, off again weather has been a testing ground to see if I choose to commit hara-kiri or thank the good Lord that my feet are still above ground. At this time of year, I must confess I do get somewhat antsy and Clem offered to take me out to dinner. His treat!
The opportunity to dress up, and to get Clem out of his sweats and into his church and funeral suit comes but once a year; just a nice, peaceful evening out to clear our minds.
It started the minute we got through the restaurant door; the waiter approached.