Good Times

My daughter started doing this years ago and still does it to this day. When she has had fun doing something she will tell us about it and then at the end of the story, lean back in the chair, smile, and says, "Good times. Good times."

We spent some time with Cliff and Marilyn over the fourth. It was a good time. Many things made it that way. First and foremost, just visiting with everyone and getting caught up. But, there were other things as well.

How Cliff can cook so well and make it seem so effortless is still a mystery to me. That guy can make some pretty serious biscuits and gravy and perhaps the world's best barbecued chicken. This is coming from a guy who is not all that crazy about chicken.

Then there is the town and the people in it. Everyone is really friendly. You have a question they take the time to answer you.

Then there are the folding chairs. That might not do much for you but it seems to be a mainstay of my Tekamah visits. Every time I go there, I end up loading and hauling folding chairs to some event. I guess Cliff figures it is safer to let me play with folding chairs rather than the John Deere tractor.

Then there is the parade. I've been to a couple of parades in Tekamah and both were good in their own way. The fourth of July parade was good because of the assortment of entries. The highlight had to be the geese in the picture above.

Well there is more, a lot more. But, right now I am leaning back in my chair, there is a smile on face and I am saying to myself, "Good times. Good times."