Tailgate

The seats were on the fifty yard line in the third row of the top tier and I've never had a clearer view of so many people all at once in my life.

Gloria Reuben sang the National Anthem which is weird because I drew her earlier this year when Lameece was doing Stuff Happens. Ms. Reuben and I had had a nice long talk about a drawing of a cat that she really loved. People always try to connect. Then, yesterday, there she was, down on the field and singing her heart out.

Chris cooked us burgers, sausages and chicken on the disposable grill and we drank a lot of beer. I've never shotgunned a beer in my life, but now I can't say I haven't tried.

Better luck next time.