Somehow, every year or two, when the stars align just so in the heavens, an opportunity presents itself for we band of brothers to come together.
Gordon was in Maine being the good son to his infirmed, elderly mother. Bob drove down from his new home in Harpswell. We ate good food, drank margaritas and stayed up into the wee hours catching up on each others lives. We walked the beach, laughed until our belly's ached and enjoyed being in the company of real friends, people who know each other as well as anyone can know another fellow traveler. We are older, grayer, bad knees and sore feet, less hair, but wiser, more content, egos diminished. Still we are "better men".
What a treat. Thanks brothers. Until next time...
25 years ago... give or take... during the duck hunting era. What a crew.
