September 28, 2004
If I were there with Misha...
Were I there with you, we would drive out on the state road into some small town and pick up a case of cold longnecks and a bag of ice.
We'd pick up a couple of steaks and some corn and some potatoes and a bag of charcoal and some foil and head out to some nice shady green spot by a stream, where the grass is high and the water is cool and bubbly.
I'll dig us a pit for the coals, and you can ice the beer and watch for the rest of the gang.
Everyone can add their beer to the ones icing in the truckbed, and when the coals are hot and red, we can bury our foil-wrapped potatoes and get ready to set on our corn.
Talking, laughing, cooking, sharing stories, swapping jokes, remembering and forgetting. Back-slapping and hugs. Watching the sun go down and warming by the coals. More stories, more laughs, even a few tears and oaths if it seems right.
Wood replaces coals, fire replaces embers, flames light the night and the faces of good friends encircling it.
That's what we would do today.
I'd bring the brownies for dessert (iced, of course)
Posted by: Beth at September 28, 2004 01:48 PMSounds like a heck of a good plan.
Posted by: dick at September 28, 2004 07:07 PMvery beautifully written - if you aren't you should be writing professionally
Posted by: Sherry at September 28, 2004 08:19 PMGreat post Mama, life just doesn't get much better than that.
Posted by: Jack at September 28, 2004 09:03 PMI'll bring some marshmallows to toast and have my husband bring his guitar for music and song.
Posted by: Leah Guildenstern at September 29, 2004 11:48 AMI told a few of my friends that this girl can write, keep writing and posting, Cat.
Posted by: Catfish at September 29, 2004 08:21 PMI was going to mention the guitar but Leah beat me to the punch.
Sounds like a good time.