One truly realizes they are getting old when they find themselves carving pumpkins on a Friday night at a book club. Hey, it is what it is, and it was in fact a really good time with great people.
We met at Cole’s place to talk about some of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories and poems, planned purposely for the Halloween weekend. I admit his writing is not my style, but it was still a very entertaining discussion amongst ourselves, one with a purpose. A few of us fairly critiquing, some flat out bashing Poe. Was he just a drug addict spinning out short stories for a quick buck at the time? The point was debated for a while, with some people present that are very fond of the author. If only some of the conversations we had that night were recorded….
Cole cooked us up a nice BBQ and had a bunch pumpkins waiting for us to carve. I don’t mind getting old with moments like that, as corny as it sounds to some… it was a really warm feeling looking up and seeing 9 of your good friends carving away.
Who knew this would be the scene 14 years after some of us met in RI. It was an awesome experience and I really hope that more of you will join us next time for the book club meeting!