Last weekend we traveled to Lafayette Hill, near Conshohocken, for a family reunion, one of two we attend each summer. After four years of these get-togethers, I'm finally starting to remember a few names and hobbies, although tracing family relationships with any degree of accuracy remains far beyond me.
As part of this reunion every family member shares what's been going on in his or her world since the prior summer. I was amused to hear that one youth who had some disciplinary problems in high school has found his niche as a whiz kid with a cybersecurity firm. It reminded me of a high-school friend who became a hugely successful boarding school teacher because he knew all the tricks the boys could get up to; he'd done them all, plus some.
Two men reported that they had undergone the same type of knee surgery: one was out of work for a leisurely six weeks, the other was expected to be back at work in three days. The man with the shorter recovery time remarked wryly that he guessed it all depends who you work for. His boss, sitting next to him, made a point of ostentatiously pretending not to notice the comment.
I always enjoy talking to one regular attendee about her garden pests. Last year she was battling groundhogs; this year it's chipmunks. She is both serious and ruthless about protecting her vegetables: Let's just say that the population of those cute little critters in the Wagontown vicinity has been seriously diminished.
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