Sunday Morning Brunch

Wain and Hildegard were nice enough to invite a group of neighbors over for a Sunday morning Brunch.  They have a beautiful house, high on a hill, overlooking much of the community of Sunshine.  I joined them around 10:30 this morning.  The fair was delightful, sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, potatoes, corn on the cop, etc and, of course, Mimosas (champagne and orange juice) and Bloody Mary's.  We filled their outdoor patio for the weather was great.  It was warm and overcast.

I made the mistake of sitting next to Chris, our mayor.  I have talked about Chris in several other posts.  He is quite a character and always has a story.  The problem is that you never know if he is telling the truth or "pulling your leg".  Today he was telling us how he acquired the bald spot on the top of his head. 

This is the abbreviated version, it took him 20 minutes to tell us the story. 

Evidently he was dating a woman several years ago who was quite an adventures person.  When he met her, she was dating two men, both very good friends of each other.  One day they were spelunking.  The man she liked the best got his rope tangled and was in trouble.  His buddy tried to go to his rescue and got his rope tangled.  The favored man lost control and fell to his death.  She ended up marrying the surviving friend.

While river rafting, she and her husband met a gentleman who was white water canoeing.  Tired of canoeing, he asked the husband if he would like to switch places and he agreed.  To keep the story short, I will summarize by telling you, the husband lost his life several miles down stream in some very bad rapids. 

She married a third man and while mountain climbing, he fell to his death.  That is three lovers, all killed in some kind of accident.  Now Chris started to date the woman.  His father warned him, but his raging hormons overcame any advise given to him.  One night, they had a romantic dinner and decided to retire to her house for a continued romantic encounter.  While laying on the bed and undressing, she mentioned that they may want to continue their encounter under the bed.  She mentioned that she had made a few enemies and with her bedroom being downstairs, in a basement apartment, some jealous ex-boyfriend, might take a shot at them through the small window.  With his hormons raging, Chris agreed and climbed on the floor, under the bed with her.  It was while he was involved with his lovemaking, that the hair on the top of his head kept getting caught in the bed springs.  Hense, he lost all of the hair on the top of his head.

Once more, our Mayor kept us enthralled through the entire story.  How true it was, is anybodys guess.

David