These are:
- John’s bowling balls.
- John’s eye balls.
- John’s balls.
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Answer: These are pictures of John’s retinas taken during his 2004 annual eye exam. The eyes have it.
I had a nice lunch with Amelia today. She told me about her tumultuous week. Sweet kid.
Robert and I went to Whole Foods, and picked out four or five things to have for our tailgate party tonight. We got small containers of chicken salad, a curried tuna salad, some pasta salad, some Kalamata olives, and a turkey burger each. We also got some pralines and cream butter fingers for dessert. OMG, those were the best.
I packed about 5 cans of Diet Coke, and my flask of bourbon, and we had a bag of mixed salty snacks as well.
We met Bryan and Jen, Mary and Charlie, and Robbie and Dean at The Melting Pot, and we drove in three cars to Alltel.
Bryan, Jen, Robert and I pretty much tailgated out of Bryan and Jen’s SUV, and Mary, Charlie, Robbie, and Dean set up camp behind their cars. They were definitely the more experienced ‘gaters having a little table area and chairs to sit around it.
We mingled a little bit, just enough. After a while Anna, Jen’s friend, joined us.
James put on a great show. My favorite songs were Never Die Young, and of course, Carolina in My Mind.
We were ring-around-the-rosy children
They were circles around the sun
Never give up, never slow down
Never grow old, never ever die young
Synchronized with the rising moon
Even with the evening star
They were true love written in stone
They were never alone, they were never that far apart
And we who couldn’t bear to believe they might make it
We got to close our eyes
Cut up our losses into doable doses
Ration our tears and sighs
You could see them on the street on a Saturday night
Everyone used to run them down
They’re a little too sweet, they’re a little too tight
Not enough tough for this town
We couldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole
No, it didn’t seem to rattle at all
They were glued together body and soul
That much more with their backs up against the wall
Oh, hold them up, hold them up
Never do let them fall
Prey to the dust and the rust and the ruin
That names us and claims us and shames us all
I guess it had to happen someday soon
wasn’t nothing to hold them down
They would rise from among us like a big balloon
Take to the sky, forsake the ground
Oh, yes, other hearts were broken
Yeah, other dreams ran dry
But our golden ones sail on, sail on
To another land beneath another sky
I took a little fall climbing over a row of seats during the intermission. I have a nice-sized knot on the upper side of my wrist, and bruises on my bicep and my chest. Bless my mess.
When Bryan and Jen dropped us off at The Melting Pot, we gave them their wedding gift, which they were very pleased with. Yippee!
Back at home Robert and I showered, and then did a good portion of the crossword puzzle in the last Independent.