I met with my Sunday morning guys
today
for coffee at Caribou in Brookfield
per long-standing tradition;
two retired IRS agents
and Uncle Norman.
Paul, former man who did the IRS'
bidding
and Frank, ditto
were gladda see me
as the survivor that
I am.
(What I yam)
Paul, no longer subject to
IRS dress codes
flaunts his freedom
this morning by wearing
his cap backwards........
Norman waves friendly,
as he has done since 1960.
BALL
'the Perfect Mason'
holds Door County cherry cider
for me
at the Odd Fellows
