500 Miles

 A bunch of friends managed to get together this fall, just like every fall for the last 30 years.  We're gaining on Welch's reign in Westfield.

Perfect weather for all outdoor activities.  We managed to catch some live music on Elm Flats Rd (Bliss St. extension for Westfield people).  Several took a hike to a waterfall most of us hadn't been to in three or four decades.  This was one of my first camping spots.

Tom and Karen cruised in style in Howard's new ride.  No FM radio and no seat belts.  Karen went one better and said, "No mask!"

One shot, rang the bell.  My golf swing was a little less accurate: I put three over the boat from 70 yards, but the object was to hit it.

 John and Melissa gave me the 8-Pillow Suite.  We got the leaves raked and solved many of the village problems before they headed off to Buffalo to celebrate their anniversary.