Thanks honey!” It was getting later in the afternoon and several more people began to arrive. They held a big barbeque, and there were probably thi...ty or so people now milling around. My wife doesn’t usually drink, but when she was offered a strawberry margarita she couldn’t resist. It is her favorite drink, and she just couldn’t pass by the temptation on having one. The food was great, and my wife was already on her second margarita. She was a bit buzzed, and I hadn’t seen her this giddy in. As we approached there were some thick bushes and in the middle was an area about the size of a 3 metre square room. It was almost like a den and you could problaby live in it as the bushes closed in at the top.It was fairly dark in there but not that you couldn’t see anything. Victor opened his bag and pulled out a big square torch light and switched it on. Then he pulled out a big blanket and we all helped pull it open to place on the ground.“What is this place Victor ... You’ve got. “Yeah, I play football at Park Haven and I thought her school might have played us sometime.”I chimed in, “I told him my school doesn’t play football. I didn’t tell him I’m home-schooled. I was teasing him. Neither Mom nor I know much about football, I don’t think.” I kept smiling and he kept watching my legs and feet.“Oh.” He colored again. I liked embarrassing him. I shifted and smiled.“So, Tommy, what’s your last name,” Mom asked, like Moms do.“Tolan.”“Do you live around here?”“On. . but it passed the time. It had been years since Joseph had had a captive audience. Well into his ninth decade, he recalled the events that had shaped the town. The capsize of the overloaded excursion steamer ... the Great Fire ... prohibition. Every now and again he would have a sniff at the salon door. Finally he left the door open and shut down the fans."We were eternally grateful to Mrs. O'Leary and her cow. It was one disaster that couldn't be blamed on the Jew."Mrs. Schuberg brought.