Christmas Eve - Lincoln

So I’ll be heading out for some last minute Christmas shopping. Probably hit Ben Simon’s, Dirt Cheap, Miller and Paine.  Then maybe Barrymore’s or McGuffey’s upstairs for a cold pint and conversation with the likes of Patrick O’Brien, graduate of Prescott, Steve Solomon, one smooth cat, Tom Strasheim, always innovating, and myself. It was alway great to be back for the holidays and you boys and your friends and families made it easy to transition in for a few weeks over the break and etched an indelible memory for me. Anyway, after a pint or two at McGuffey’s the next step may have been related to a bing in the car and then off to wrap a present and have those darn baked mushrooms at Pat’s. As I recall that afternoon set the stage for blending into Christmas Eve like the third big sip of Pinch scotch going down in a Solomon basement. Before heading home I may have slid downstairs with Tom at the Lincolnshire house for a little football on the console and a nap.  

And, with those noted, I need to recall that fateful trip in the Honda with Stras driving (and exhaling) and the quick stop at the bank and the warm greeting we had from Jerry. Oh yes, another close one averted.

Good times gents! 

Just wanted to share this little story and say thanks and Merry Christmas.