As you may remember from an earlier post, I am a member of the Wards Boys. This group started out as a Promise Keepers group, but over the last decade, I have renamed it "Promise Keepers Gone Bad". It is also referred to as Wards Boys. That's another story and I will only tell it while with close friends who have had a couple of beers and I swear them to secrecy.
Tonight, the Wards Boys are getting together at one of the member's little ranch, where we will crank up a good fire, cook some Brauts and Sausages, have some cold beer and smoke some good cigars. I have a Monte Cristo with my name on it.
But that ain't the good part. The good part is being under the Texas skies, with the stars hanging above us, and just relaxing. Fellowship.
It is these moments that comprise the essence of my life.
Friday. It took all week to get here... ~npp
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ah, yes. The Ward's Boys; I've heard a few stories...wait, no...no I haven't. (cough-cough). Nevermind.
Enjoy your evening. I just wrote about my latest outing. And I'm working on finding a place for a silent retreat...just for me. no one else is invited. I need it. Somewhere in the Hill Country...I love this part of the world.
Amen, Brother!!!
kj - some of the stories are true, some are, lets say... no, lets not! ;
miz angie - you bet. it was worth every second.
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