Breakfast was a quarter of a cantaloupe, a glass of orange juice, and three cups of coffee. I weighed 157 pounds.
Lunch was two grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches and a bottle of Saranac Pale Ale
We went to a Third of July Picnic for dinner. It was a BYOB/covered dish affair. We brought pizza pinwheels and strawberry jam bars. I had some of each, as well as two hot dogs with chili, mustard, and onions, some potato salad, a vegetarian pasta salad, and… oh… innumerable beers.
A long time ago, somebody at the University decided to pick a young man out of the coal mines and sponsor him for a college scholarship. That young man went on to get a degree and helped found an engineering firm. In the heyday of such firms, they were bought out. He took his profits and bought himself a restaurant, where he installed himself as bartender. One day his nephew came in and asked him to pour him a beer. He decided to teach him a lesson and pulled him a draft of the heaviest beer they had, a porter from America’s Oldest Brewery. The boy loved it. Today, that boy is the master brewer at a New England brewery. The father of the boy — who is now a father himself — put on a very nice fireworks display for all the folks at the picnic. Isn’t it funny how events are connected?