Shivering Beatles

A little late and under pictured was a sweet time to catch up with old friends last Sunday. Greg and Steph have been back in town for a while and had some oldies over for some grillin'. Peter, LaNae, Greg, Steph, Jon, Joy, Wes and I were around more than a few years ago and had to say goodbye when Greg's work took him out of town. Federal law (or Greg's law) forbid me from taking pictures of him, but Jon's fair game. Thanks for a great time guys!

Fast forward through another quick week to hangin' last night at the rib fest on the river front topped off with a Beatles tribute band, American English. Up close they look old enough to be the real Beatles and definitely sounded like them. Oh ya by the way...it was really cold.

The riverfront was enough for me to put on a sweatshirt but the CEF banquet tonight (thanks Lisa) warranted a coat for the first time this fall. After realizing that I'm listening to Christmas choir music in my car all the time now, it occurred to me that there's no reason to not listen to other Christmas music. Which then got me wondering why I like winter so much, until it gets really old in February. Is it the fact that I can put all the junk I carry around in a coat as if it was a man-purse? The feeling you get when you just jogged three miles below freezing? Decorations and white scenery? No yard work? The fact that women who have no idea what size they wear (which is basically all of them) are forced to put a coat on?

....yes.