Lunch with Guy

While packing up our house our neighbor was going through her parents things next door. We took time out during the day to help and lend moral support. Going through fifty years of memories is never an easy task.

One weekend we had the pleasure of having a picnic lunch with Gay and her father. Guy was the original builder of the manor. At ninety-nine he is still going strong. And we can attest, age has not affected his appetite in the least.

We all shared sandwiches and fries from a local shop. I recall that I had fried shrimp 🍤 po’boy which is my go-to favorite.

Shrimp Po’boy image by Kyle Wagaman used under Creative Commons license 2.0