Several people recently commented
to me about my Blogs. I was deeply
flattered that so many people actually read them and said they enjoyed them. A
few even said they were well written and they looked forward to them. Hard to believe, but greatly appreciated…thank
you, thank you. Having to live up to the compliments makes this new blog
tougher to write and hard to get started….don’t have many young people funnies,
but here we go anyway.
Marge and I recently attended a fabulous
wedding in New Jersey for our grandson .First one of eight to marry. Also attending the wedding were a couple of
my former golfing partners who I consider great friends. During the reception,
Bob, who I love dearly stopped by the table and told me, jokingly, that he was
just a little tired of my advancing age stuff contained in so many of by blogs. Making fun of things that us oldies go
through as we age has made it easy for me create these blogs.
Every time I get an idea to
start the blog it seems to swing toward making fun of our advancing age or
diminishing abilities. I guess I have to
go in another direction. Time to write about other things like the wedding
itself. It was an unbelievable affair. I truly think that the amount food presented to us
for the weekend could have fed half of Israel for a day.
If I failed to mention it, this was a Jewish wedding. My love and craving for lox and bagels should be satisfied for the balance of the year. I had so much at every buffet, Alaskan fishermen were planning to put my picture in the cabin of their boats. Only one funny at the morning buffet table. This voracious lox eater started a new trend. Mistaking whipped cream for cream cheese when assembling my bagel gave everyone something new to talk about yours truly. Didn’t screw up much, but I did spill a glass of champagne all over Marge and the table at the reception. Can’t really blame myself since the Rabbi sitting with us tried to click glasses with me in a toast to the Liza and Corey, the newlyweds. Very nice man, but he’s going to take the blame for this one.
If I failed to mention it, this was a Jewish wedding. My love and craving for lox and bagels should be satisfied for the balance of the year. I had so much at every buffet, Alaskan fishermen were planning to put my picture in the cabin of their boats. Only one funny at the morning buffet table. This voracious lox eater started a new trend. Mistaking whipped cream for cream cheese when assembling my bagel gave everyone something new to talk about yours truly. Didn’t screw up much, but I did spill a glass of champagne all over Marge and the table at the reception. Can’t really blame myself since the Rabbi sitting with us tried to click glasses with me in a toast to the Liza and Corey, the newlyweds. Very nice man, but he’s going to take the blame for this one.
Rhino’s roar is very quiet
this time around but I'm saving it all up
for the next time.
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