Post Peachtree Partum Party Syndrome

Peachtree Ron Runs Again:  33 years and counting! 

It doesn't get much more patriotic than spending the afternoon on our front porch with 3 Apple devices (no doubt made in China) and a beer (from Belgium).  Unless its spending the morning greeting the tired runners after another successful Peachtree Road Race. 

Our party, downsized from earlier eons, now consists of a beer truck at the end of the race, a few snacks, a gaggle of good friends, and any passersby who happen to look thirsty. (There are at least 50,000 of them nearby). 

I admirably fulfilled my traditional duties by doing almost nothing at all, a true pleasure on a porch swing. Someone has to be lazy!