What Peggy Does

Last Tuesday I had lunch at Cafe Audrey at Fort Benjamin Harrison with Sharon and Peggy, two friends from high school.  Peggy found the cafe because scouting for great places to eat with her friends is what Peggy does.  It's not a job she dislikes.  She's rather fond of eating, as are most of us.  Desserts are my favorite things about eating. I can leap right over the entree and dive tongue first into a vat of dark chocolate.  My dessert at Audrey's was carrot cake but only because their chocolate vat was broken.

Keeping us connected and together is what Peggy does.  All two hundred-fifty of us.  If you are one of "us" and you think you can skip town and not tell anyone where you're going, think again.  Peggy will track you down. She's knows where your mother lives, and you know your mother could never keep a secret.

Making travel arrangements to go on a sun & fun-filled vacation? Not so fast. Organizing trips for us is what Peggy does.  Are you one of us?  No?  Are you sure?  Why are your eyeballs twitching?  Isn't twitching eyeballs a sign of lying?  Either you graduated from Lawrence Central in 1964 or you didn't.  If you did, then you're one of us and you're heading to Florida.  So pack your Depends, hair dye, and high blood pressure medicine and meet us at Peggy's house.  Why is your body twitching?  Isn't that a sign of anxiety?  Don't forget your Prosac.

Want to know what happened in the classrooms and hallways of Lawrence Central between 1960 and 1964.  Ask Peggy. Filling in the blanks is what Peggy does. There is nothing that girl does not remember.  We need her. It's that amazing brain of hers. Want to know who sat next to whom in homeroom class?  Who were our teachers and what did they teach? Who dated whom? Who got pregnant? Who went to college?  Who went to jail? What happened to those two gorgeous boys all the girls swooned over? Well,  funny you mention that.  They just tweeted Peggy this morning; they're out of the clink and they're going to Florida with us; they can't wait to model their new thongs on the beach.

Several years ago, when I asked for assistance for my mother who could no longer care for herself,  Peggy was the first friend to knock on our door to help because that's what Peggy does.

I thought I would write today's post about my dear friend Peggy because, well, that's what I do.