Long ago, before there was covid, when the bars were open, and we weren’t afraid of getting each other sick, there were several friends. They spent their Fridays at a bar, eating, drinking, and arguing. And life was good. But all was not to remain this way, for the pandemic was coming. Covid knew what it wanted, and it took. So those friends, as they watched their bar close, said “Lets go back to John’s house!” Well, John had a covered deck, and a grill. The rest is history.
(I promise I’ll write more. Later.)