It's the morning after. Aunt Paula, Grandma Ruby, and myself. We are sitting around talking about last night's Holiday Swarray here in wind-swept and slightly chilly Lambert. Myself … I am remembering my new found title as Bean Bag Grand Champion.
Mostly due to the fact that 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 huge success mostly because of Uncle Dave's big ass garage … ah, indoor area.
Signing off from Lambert Montana.