It was a Tuesday night. My mother, Kathy and I went out to Fleming’s in West Hartford’s Blue Back Square. Possibly we went because Mom had a gift certificate. While it served great steaks, it was both noisy and every other thing but the company, sucked.
The waitress took this. She never responded to anything without saying “perfect”. Had we had a gulp of Ketel each time she said it (think 24), we would still be there. It was anything but perfect. I drank for only the second time since the hospital, so I took it slow.
This is the first good picture of us since the Vietnam era. I think my hair was longer, then. Anyway, we had a good time. There should be a punchline here. Make up your own. Perfect!