Congratulations Dear
The Greenfields County Club dining room looked just as I remembered it twenty years ago. A few improvements and changes, but nothing radical.
"John! Over here." Don Wilson was waving to me from a small table by the window, overlooking the first green.
We exchanged the usual greetings and got settled in.
"So, John, what brings you back home after such a long time?"
"Nothing in particular. The wife and I just decided that we were ready for a change after both kids started college. We weren't old enough for Florida, so we thought we would spend a few years at home. We are just renting for the time being."
"Are you working?"
"Yeah! Actually, I am still with Sanders Chemical. I was able to swing a transfer back. It is almost like I never left. Sharon got a secretarial job with a local company. Yourself?"
"Still selling Chevy's. I can't imagine doing anything else. For some reason, I feel like I found my calling. When you feel like trading give me a call."
"Hey! No fair. You are not allowed to do business at lunch."
Our meals came and we continued to chat about family, kids and old friends. It was light and comfortable. It was good to be back.