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The husband has a standing Sunday afternoon pool game with the little old man up the road. He’s a widower my other half met years ago at breakfast, and as soon as we remodeled the barn into a man cave… the weekly game commenced.
Last week a few other friends showed up and team play got underway. There was a lot of laughing.
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And a great deal of thinking.
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It seems like every time I went out to refresh the snacks, there was one shot taken…
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And then more thinking.
So much thinking…
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More often than not, the mild mannered 85 year old widower cleaned the table while the rest of the men continued thinking.
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He may be small, but every little bone in is body is competitive.
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No matter. Beer, chili and cornbread are great equalizers.
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