Sunday

This is a town filled with doves.   Yes,  they are charming and cute and quiet - -  well,  they are quiet in California.   Here they are the loudest things around.   From the folks' house to the golf course,  their cries fill the air.   Must be a lot of territory to fuss over.

The big news was that corn dogs was going to be the luncheon entree.   Sadly we have none.  But there are chicken lollipops and some Greek stuff to substitute.  

We wound up with pizza from Trader Joe's,  which was fine.   I'm trying to eat less and have some success,  but I don't think it's making me any thinner.

We did find some corn dogs at Sprouts and had then the next day for lunch.   I guess you need to eat them at the fair for the full effect.   Sadly a bit bland.

Met family friends,  Stella and her daughter Marion, for dinner on Sunday night at a nice restaurant,  the Savoy bar and grill.   I had the prime rib,  which tasted ok,  but was a bit tough.   I must retry when I get to the Midwest.

I had a work friend from Germany who loved his prime rib.   They don't have it there.  He told me that on one business trip,  "I did not fool around,  I had prime rib 14 straight meals."   A man to admire.

It's Tuesday now and we are off with Marion,  a family friend,  to do the casino,  which means,  of course,  to partake of the green Chilli cheeseburgers,  subsidized by the many gamblers and they come in at a nice $2.00.  Unless inflation has hit the casino.   More on that later.

I was at the range this morning getting in my daily exercise and trying to work on tips from the golf channel.   I'm happy with what I am doing and may play tomorrow.   Practice is more convenient and as much fun for me,  but every now and again,  you have to test your skills.

Ok,  I'm going to work on the next post which will be a one act play about chickens.   You' ll want to stay tuned for that one.

Rich