One Year Ago
September 24, 2017

Wendy and I didn’t have much time for lunch today before we (she) was to meet Zoë for wedding stuff.

So, we stopped at Luby’s, traditional old folks meal.(Not that we’re old, it was just quick.)

So we got the senior plates. Split a dessert. (That does sound old, doesn’t it?)

Anyway, we were sitting next to a table of six ladies of a few more years experience than we had, quite a bit more gray on the top side.

They were eating, talking quietly, back and forth to each other.

I heard laughter from their table, and I looked over.

They were all laughing, shaking, and the laughter continued for several minutes. They weren’t loud, or raucous, but they were genuinely tickled.

I saw one of them daubing at her eyes with her napkin, still laughing.

There was one man at the table, younger, probably a son or grandson of one of them. He may have been the source of the laughter.

I don’t know. But, I do know, I wanted more than anything to be in on it.

I didn’t bother asking Wendy if it would be okay.

I knew what she would say.

But, man, I really would have liked to be a part of that exchange.

Laughter…. Good medicine.

Journal • Sunday, Sep 24, 2017, 8:33 PM CDT • 189 E Blackbourn St, Hawkins, TX, United States • 80°F Clear