So our plan to go motorcycle riding didn’t pan out the way we planned and my pants leg got caught in the spokes of Tinker’s BMW bike. Marie and I had what we once might have called a “blast” this weekend in Memphis while we were trying to prove that aging can be exquisitely wonderful and excruciatingly painful – all at the same time!
If you like the bike, you’ll love the Porsche. It was just another one of “Tinker’s Toys” which we enjoyed this weekend. Actually, the car belongs to Tink’s wife Jackie who was our photographer! For one moment we felt like the king and queen of something.
Heard, our host (above left) is pictured with Jackie and Tinker at their home in Germantown. Heard’s wife, J. J., took a break from our irritating habit of talking about the “good ole days” by going shopping. Can’t say I blame her. Jackie excused herself to go to the powder room and never came back.
Heard and J. J., invited Marie and me BACK to Memphis which is surprising since we visited them a couple of months ago and figured they would never ask us back.again. Brunch at Tinker and Jackie’s home was icing on the cake. (Good gosh I’m so glad I grew up in West Point, Mississippi with some “mighty fine folks” as Jackie likes to say.)
About now, Heard is nervous as a cat that I’m going to post the photos we made this morning while he was working out in his Speedo. (Sweat it Heard, it will show up when you least expect it.)
We’re born. We grow up. We grow older. High five the person next to you.