Squatch and Lisa's excelent adventure

June 7 & 8, 2015

In the garden of Joan

      Okay, I skipped a day. What I mean is I didn't write yesterday. It caught up to me. The late nights I mean. Papa Dawg and I have been sitting up way to late catching up on the last year. Papa Dawg is not the best at keeping in touch. This example happened a few years ago. When his mother passed away the email we got said. Hope you are well. Heddy died. That was it. I have never had a 2 minute phone call with him yet when we get together and with a little lubrication provided by the grape and I can't shut him up. These 4 am philosophical torture sessions are somewhat akin to waterboarding! I love the old guy but sheesh! Any way enough of that.
      Sunday morning (Barely) I was up at the crack of noon. I made a pot of Joe in anticipation that the lovely Lisa would join me shortly. I turned on the news and I tell you there's no shortage of crazy shit going on in this part of the Excited States. The first 3 stories were about highschool kids taking guns to school. I turned off the TV.
      Papa Dawg has been trying to debug his girlfriend Joans computer. He has 3 different anti virus programs on her computer. 2 were expired and the other one was turned off. I deleted the dead ones and did a scan that took more than 6 hours to complete. It runs like brand new now. We had a nice lunch at about 3 pm.

 Is it still lunch at that time? This was when I found out that at 5:30 we were supposed to be in Milford Pennsylvania to see their friend Ronny Whyte being inducted into the wall of fame at the Frechere Hotel. Apparently it's one of the best hotels in the country and quite an honor.  
     When we ready to go I came downstairs looking very good in my dress shorts and a nice shirt with a collar. Joan made me go upstairs and put on pants. I was hoping this hotel, which is 100 years old, had air conditioning. It's only a 10 minute drive from Montague New Jersey to Milford Pennsylvania. We pulled up across the street from the hotel. A rambling Victorian structure with a porch that went around 3/4 of the building. It really is a nice hotel. We went into the Delmonico Room where the ceremony was going to take place. Complimentary wine and appies were given out as the 40 or so guests milled about aimlessly. Joan informed me that these people were the elite of Milford society. When Ronny arrived he came over to say hello. He's a well known Jazz pianist who has played in Manhatten night spots for more than 40 years. We met him for the first time 2 years ago at Papa Dawg's birthday party. By the time the presentations began we had met everyone in the room. The lovely Lisa with her hair down to her butt was resplendent in a purple floral sun dress while Joan was magnificent in black and silver.

Papa Cool Dawg

Papa Dawg in a leather Sport coat was looking most dapper while I was wearing blue jeans, sandals and a pink shirt. It worked out well because at least half the elite of Milford are Gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. And with my new and improved body, I had no shortage of conversation partners. Thankfully the ceremony started. 6 people were inducted into the wall of fame. 2 musicians, 2 artists an author and a clothing designer/environmental activist. It took less than an hour and after it was over Joan, the lovely Lisa and myself were approached by a reporter from the local paper. Papa Dawg was already in the bar downstairs. The reporter had heard that we were from out of town and evidently that's a big deal in small town Pennsylvania. We talked for several minutes about the film business in Vancouver and our connection to Ronny Whyte .We made our way down to the bar and spent an hour talking to the locals and having a drink. When we got back to Montague we had a late dinner. It was after 9 before we sat down for dinner. Chicken fettucini and salad.Then an early, for us, bedtime.
       Monday morning came early. I on the other hand didn't get out of bed until 10:30. We spent the rest of the morning  relaxing. Papa Dawg was already gone to a 10 am appointment in Greentown and after a bite to eat Joan, the lovely Lisa and I went shopping for Papa Dawg's Birthday party on Thursday.  Joan is as big a nut job as the lovely Lisa when it comes to food. There are only 9 people at the upcoming party, good thing we bought food for 100. I have no say in any of the purchases . My job is to wait until the girls need me to carry stuff.
      Papa Dawg was home when we got there. I packed the groceries in from the garage while Papa Dawg pretended to help. In all fairness he did close the trunk of the car. Then he went in to talk to the girls leaving me standing at the closed kitchen screen door with 6 bags of groceries and a giant friggin watermelon! "Hello" I said to no one in particular. Luckily Heinrich the cat wanted out and the door was opened before the watermelon crashed to the floor.

Heinriech the cat

      The lovely Lisa was making Chicken Paprikish for Papa Dawg. It's a meal his Mom used to make him and he hadn't had it for years. While Chef Boy R Lisa was whipping up the dinner Papa Dawg and I went over some guitar stuff that he had downloaded and didn't understand. You have to admire the guy. He's learning to play guitar at 77 years of age. He's looking for shortcuts because he's 77 years of age and wants to learn how to play Old dogs and children and watermelon wine before he dies. I showed him the chords and by dinner time he could almost play them. The chicken Paprikish and dumplings were really good. After the dinner we sat on the porch playing guitar and enjoying the massive thunder storm that came through the area.

Trying to learn a song

We called it quits just after 11 and everyone except me went to bed. I sat up writing this and the lovely Lisa watched a couple of TV shows. I'm still having trouble running the picture thing on my laptop so bear with me. So far this has been a splendid vacation.

Frog in Joan's pond. Not to be confused with the frog in my throat. Or do I just sound that way?

That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all