This young lady had a birthday party last Tuesday to commemorate her arrival at the Quarter Century point of her busy life. The family gathered at the Margarita Factory in a place called Beaverton. It’s rumored that the town was originally named Beavertown because there were Beavers everywhere but someone in the government got reckless with their typewriter and fumble-fingered the official document that locked the city’s name forever as Beaverton. It can’t be changed back to the original name because the government is ne3ver wrong. Right? Like I said. It’s a rumor.

There were 10 of us at the table. That’s Lydia in the green sweater. As you gaze upon the table you can see why the place is called Margarita Factory. They don’t serve small drinks. Perhaps you may be happy to know that I, Jerrie, did not partake of any alcohol. I drank water. That’s all I ever drink. I’m not bragging, it’s just my drink of choice. Alcohol and I just don’t get along very well.

The food was good. I think I ate a bunch of shrimp which, as I recall, were pretty good. But, they didn’t take the crunchy tails off of them. Once those were removed they were pretty good.

Now Lydia is working on her way toward the Half Century mark. We’ll be with her the entire way.