Anthropogenic Global Warming has yet to waste any of its blessed
radiance on a single day of my Granddaughter’s soccer matches. If her soccer season were in July, I swear it
would snow. This morning, as usual, the
weather was cold, wet, and breezy.
Forever a slave to the etiquette of proper parental soccer attire, I outfitted
my three-score-year-old carcass for the occasion in my very finest faded blue denim jacket
and jeans, olive drab poncho, and highlighted the ensemble with a kicky pink bumbershoot.
Grandpa has style and that is for certain!
Greetings from Texas,
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