the day the army got him

Fifty years ago today the Patient was drafted into the army. He fought his war in Fort Riley, Kansas. During one summer, to reward him for being such a good soldier, he was sent to Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, where it was nice and cool. For this faithful warrior, no combat, no wounds. Honorable discharge after two years.

Tonight, dinner with two friends, all of us writers of one sort or another. I'm providing dinner (quiche and salad), B is providing the venue and the wine, A is providing hors d'oeuvres. I look forward to our occasional dinners together. There's always good conversation, lots of laughs and smart solutions to all the world's ills.