Band camp_(2)
It was a beautiful day outside, damn near 80 degrees, cool for this area in early May, but welcome. It would hit 100 more than a few times over the summer, so gems like this were a blessing. I had washed the car, mowed the lawn, and was going to try and fix some of the shelves in the garage that were sagging. I wasn’t super handy but I could do basic work like that. Of course it would probably leave me winded. I looked down where my beer belly stuck out. It wasn’t that big but big enough to be noticed and that was depressing on its own. Add to it the bifocals I now had to wear and my monk-like male pattern baldness and I was far past my alluring age. The wife …