It’s the morning after. Aunt Paula, Grandma Ruby, and myself. We are sitting around talking about last night’s Holiday Swaray here in a wind-swept and slightly chilly Lambert. Myself … I remember my new found title as Bean Bag Grand Champion.

Mostly because I had slightly less alcohol. I played two dozen games, only losing twice. The game, Bean Bags, is mostly like horse-shoes but done with bean bags and wooden apparatus with a hole in it.

The party was a tremendous success mostly because of Uncle Dave’s big ass garage … ah, indoor area.

Signing off from Lambert, Montana.