November 22, 2015—Pima County Fairgrounds, Tucson, Arizona
Every year, as we get nearer and nearer to the desert of Arizona, our children begin to fret. Hm-m-m! I wonder why? Today, this e-mail came. It will give you just a sample of the tight rein they try to keep on the six of us. It usually doesn’t work, but they just keep trying.
Dear Bill, Raymonda, Dwight, Sheila, Todd and Bonnie,
I have been elected to represent the children of the Danes, Meeks and McAllister's. OK, I actually drew the short straw. Anyway....it is time for our annual talk. Not the talk that you parents had with us as children at the age of 12, but equally as necessary.
That being said, here goes...... When the six of you get together, common sense has a way of conveniently vanishing. Yes, we know that it is fun to go off roading and tearing through the Arizona countryside without abandon, but please do so at a rate of speed that doesn't strip the trees of their leaves. Please, please, please use caution when poking around for a particularity hard to locate geocache. Let's be more clear. Raymonda, that means you. As for you other five, you've all done it and been lucky. Let's not push that luck, ok? To avoid choking while eating due to excessive laughter, especially if Dwight is wearing sunglasses, please cut your food into small pieces and chew thoroughly. Better yet, maybe you should stick to yogurt and applesauce when more than three of you are gathered together.
We love you dearly, but good grief, you might be the death of us.
Stay safe, have fun (within reason) and enjoy your friends.
So we have been warned. We’ll see if any of us listened!