During the off season a group of us usually meets at the Purple Parrot restaurant on Sunday nights for our weekly gathering of camaraderie. During the summer months (when the horde of locusts, er tourists descend on Rehoboth Beach) we avoid going downtown to Rehoboth because of the crowds and the expense (metered parking.) We don't usually renew our Sunday night get togethers until October. I'll send out e-mails today and see if the gang wants to meet this Sunday at this new wonderful restaurant.
I thoroughly enjoyed dinner last night with Wayne. Now this is the way to celebrate a birthday, take a friend out to a restaurant that serves his favorite food. Wayne had the crab cakes (broiled) and said they were the best he has had since New Orleans (his original home.) Now that's saying something.
Life is so short and transitory. Earlier this week, near this restaurant we had a fatal car accident caused by a drunk, overly aggressive driver. In fact, traffic on Route 1 was held up yesterday for a couple of hours while the authorities surveyed the area where the accident occurred. I assume this was for the court case. The driver who caused the fatal accident is now at the Sussex correctional institute. At least that is one less dangerous driver off of the road. But I couldn't help thinking last night that either Wayne or I could have been the victim that this drunk driver rear ended. In fact, Wayne has been rear-ended twice just within the past two months on Route 1. One just never knows when our time is up so it is best to make the most of the time we have on this earth. Yesterday was one of those times. We had a wonderful time and a memory to last us a lifetime.