I hadn’t planned to go to the Class of ’66 lunch when I was in town. I had too much going on, the ’66ers are young whippersnappers, and the affair was being held at a place where I swore I’d never spend another penny after two bad experiences.
Then, I got this Facebook post from Jane McKeown Neumeyer: Ken, ask your Mom if she would like to be my guest at Monday’s Class of 66 Luncheon. I could swing by to pick her up. She is definitely an honorable member and more honorable than most of us. If not, maybe, you could drop by with your Mom during lunch sometime so that those of us who only know her through your blog could meet her. Oh, and we could see you, too. LOL!
Marilyn Maevers Miller puts on the pressure
Marilyn Maevers Miller weighed in: Thank you Jane, what a lovely idea!!!! By the way….she is so much fun!!
Wife Lila and Mother went down to Marilyn’s joint in Charleston one time and I understand that there was much hooting, hollering, hijinking and hilarity at the meeting. They laughed about it for days.
Marilyn, in the striped outfit, was on her best behavior today so I’d trust Mother to go down to Charleston for another play date.
Sally Wright Metz tugged on her arm
Sally Wright Metz tried to figure out which of Mother’s arms was the fake. She gave them both a pull, I think, but they stayed on.
Bob and Dick
Dick McClard, left, wonders how such a delightful woman could turn out a commie pinko son. Bob White is less judgmental.
Jane wouldn’t let go
I didn’t know if Jane McKeown Neumeyer was pulling a Sally Wright Metz arm check or what, but I didn’t think she’d ever let go of Mother’s hand. I’m glad she pressured me into bringing Mother, though, she enjoyed the celebrity treatment.
Brune Standard Time
Brad Brune, operating on his normal Brune Standard time, arrived late and after the group photo had been taken. He always likes to make a grand entrance.
The Group
Here are the folks who showed up (minus Brune). It looks like Mother has been accepted into the Class of 1966. I just hope they can keep up with her. (Her October Birthday Season is approaching. She’ll be 93.)
Thank you Ken for dropping by with your delightful mother. You are welcome to join us anytime….just be sure you include your mother. LOL Thanks for taking the great pictures. The class of ’66 really rocks!!!!
You all were gracious to invite her. You may find her on your doorstep in Charleston one of these days.
WOW! What a joy to read the blog this morning! Jane had an excellent idea to include your mother.
Ken,
What on earth did I do??
Sally
An auspicious group as usual. I hope the experience with the food and service was better for you this time.
We just stuck our heads in and left before lunch. I had to be somewhere early in the afternoon, so we couldn’t hang around. (Plus, when I tell a manager that I’ll never spend a penny in a place where I’ve gotten poor food and bad service, I mean it.)
Don and I are still on the road, heading back to Wisconsin. Seeing Mother Steinhoff was definitely one of the highlights of our trip! Ken, I know you were in the middle of the Vine Street Reunion and your fine photo essay project on Smelterville. On the way out of CG, We picked up a Southeast Missourian newspaper with an article on the reunion and your photo. Rare to see you on the receiving end of a photo.
I’m pretty sure Fred’s photo of me in The Missourian was revenge for something I’ve done to him over the ages. Thanks for inviting Mother to the luncheon.
I like the term “The Class Of ’66”. We exude ‘Class”. There were smiles all around not just because Mary Steinhoff was there but also because we were all asked to think of Ken standing on a chair with a noose around his neck.
Dick, when I look at some of you, I think the word you are looking for is “exclude” class, not “exude” class.
Yes, when I stood on that chair to shoot the group shot, I could see your leg just twitching to kick it out from under me.
Ken, when you were perching on the chair to take the photo and several of us were concerned about you, your mother leaned over to me and said: I hope he is careful; he is not as young as he thinks he is! I smiled: the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!
I think that’s what she was concerned about: her apple falling off the tree.
Each time I come to Cape, I look forward to these ’66 brunches. July special guest Mary Steinhoff, my mother-in-law, always guarantees a good time will be had by all. From what I hear, she didn’t disappoint. I wish I could have been there.