The Hard Rock Cafe is closing in our city. It’s just as well since I believe I only ate there once. That one time happened to be a significant birthday years ago, and I happened to successfully dance on a table to “YMCA,” at that time. Why my friends and I were on the mall during the day when we had children to retrieve after school? I do not recall. I do know we were forced to imbibe in sodas and no alcohol, so my antics were merely normal.
Ah, memories. When I think of all the dumb stuff kids do these days, I shake my head. It might have taken me a few years more to accomplish idiotic feats, but I managed them, also. Here’s to fun and laughter which hurts no one!
Now to oversee the felling of two three-story-sized trees on the property. Age has provided wisdom as I am not doing this myself. There shall be professionals on the scene.
Apparently, you can teach an old dog.