We’re trying to celebrate V-Day in the time of COVID.  CV19 is not the only hurdle we face this year.  It’s cold in Houston.  It might rain so that would keep Brooke from driving and Uber Eats from delivering.  I know, first world problems.

The cherry on top of this fart sandwich is that our house doesn’t heat that well.  The master bedroom is the only room that gets above 70.

Otherwise it’s a triple witching hour of holidays, V-Day, Presidents Day, and Mardis Gras.  I’d like to add John Oliver coming back to the festivities.

I reached out to some friends in California that I hadn’t talked to since ’94.  I know the year because we saw Ready to Wear.  The rest of this post is about how I found them.

It was surprisingly easy since the wife is in liberal arts academia.

My California buddy finally connected so I have his email and phone number.  That’s all he has.   The phone call was great because his voice hasn’t changed.  I would expect raising a couple of kids would have added a permanent hoarseness,

Since it hadn’t changed hearing him took me back to all those Saturday night poker games and Sunday afternoon water volleyball marathons.  We’d make sure it was after noon and pick up $7 12-packs of Schlitz and then Schaefer when they bought Schlitz.

We would spike a watermelon for three day weekends.  This was  not a bunch of crazy frat guys just entering our 20s.  No we were in our late 20s with jobs and I had a mortgage.