Stacy Jo

Stacy and I hang out on the front step, reading the paper,
drinking beer and watching the Cannon Cruisin Day parade.
Old, classic cars (including the one used in Stacy and Scott's wedding)
are slowly making their way past the nursing home, just a block away
from my house. We decide my front step is close enough
to enjoy the parade from here.

We hear the tires squeal as they near Hwy 19 and find out later that
Scott, my son-in-law and his buddies are egging them on. I share my
'Fat Tire' (Colorado made beer) with the guys and they turn their
nose up at it, but drink it anyway.