NOT 30 YEARS, JUST 26!

"Oopsie!" a former piano student said when he made an error in playing.


"Oopsie," is what I said by writing that we had celebrated thirty years of marriage. It was twenty-six years, not thirty.  We had just watched "Capital Fourth" on PBS and it was their thirtieth year!  So my mind went there when writing that piece. 


Oopsie!




HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY DINNER!


Last evening,we went to dinner to celebrate a friend's step-son's eighteenth birthday.  This young man has been taking piano lessons from me.  I wrote him a poem to insert in his card along with some cash!


You finally made it,
You have reached your goal!
It was only a matter of time.
We're happy to share with you
This fabulous occasion!
I could write a song and
It might even rhyme.


Your next goal is to graduate
High school and then
Who knows what the future will hold?
Whatever it is, you will be swell
Playing piano, football and all else
You desire to become will be gold!

We ate at a place called "Casey Jones," a sports bar restaurant.  I ordered a Philly cheese-steak sandwich that was very tasty!  It has been a long time since I've eaten one of those.  We were friends with a couple from Philadelphia when we lived in Minneapolis.  Their son opened a restaurant that served Philly cheese-steak sandwiches.  This one tasted as good as I remember his tasting.


There were eight people in our party, the youngest 12 and the oldest over eighty.  A pool table and other game stations, tables, chairs, booths, as well as numerous television sets, two VERY LARGE ones made the spacious room seem crowded although very few patrons were eating.  Later on and especially week-ends it is more crowded and noisy we were informed. After dinner, my husband and I enjoyed a spirited conversation with the older gentleman, while the others played games or pool.

"Thanks for coming everybody, terrific party!" called the birthday boy, as we left the restaurant.  

by J. Gail Norris
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