Sunday

 

This is one of those weeks the Bronco game is not broadcast here (we’re back at the beach again), so we pulled the car crosswise across the back of the coach, closed all the car windows except the driver’s window, turned the radio up loud, put our folding chairs next to the car, got a couple cokes, sat on the patio, and listened to the game.  80 degrees, palm trees, sea breeze, and a Bronco’s win.  That didn’t suck.