Rochester, NY
I’m sitting around the kitchen table, staring at the lake. The three from last night are here. It’s Tuesday, so they are talking with one of my Mom’s best friend’s, Mrs. Tomer. Mrs. Kirsch is listening in.
We made it home last night just in time for mom’s lasagna. We had some Labbatt Blue Light as we walked the beach. Anthony bought a Cuban cigar from Niagara Falls, a Hoyo. He had one for my Dad for his bday, but Kennie is not a smoker. Anthony and I sparked it up. Very tasty and a little buzzie.
I built a camp fire but Mother Nature pissed on me. During desert, a cookie cake, she decided she had to let it go. No fire. We ended up playing games and laughing. The girls beat us in Cranium. It’s been great to have them experience my paradise. I know my parents have been glad to have them in our world.
This morning we had a group of swans right in front of our house. I was not as excited as everyone else, but it looked pretty cool and I took a pic or two.
We are about to leave to head to Buffalo. We head to the birthplace of the Buffalo Wing and Frank’s Red Hot. For those of you that don’t know, check Frank’s out. Tabasco, not even close. Texas Pete, please. Frank’s is the top. Eggs, pizza, pasta, steak, chicken, burritos, and just about anything else. Frank’s, it doesn’t overpower food.
Were out of here to drive to eat and then see Donna’s hometown of Jamestown. I’ll crash there and then head back home for a few weeks. Anchor Bar and Frank’s here I come…