toppers

When I was young, we played a game that was called "The King of the Hill". It was a simple game of a person being on top of a mound and everyone else trying to get up there to claim the title. Now sitting around telling tales takes on some of the same attributes. No matter what story you tell, someone will always have one better. The experts at this are considered "toppers" and are extremely proficient at the skill. I always thought I had good stories, but never topper worthy. One day that changed with a long tale of a hawk breaking through a window, ending up in my house , and removed by a professional falconer. I relayed the story at the break table feeling a since of accomplishment, when one of the "toppers" mentioned a story of a small airplane crash with the pilot and a dead eagle inside. Once a body bag is mentioned all topping must cease for the day. I know someday my time will come with that really perfect story. Until then, blogs from the break table will go on.

sadness

Eating lunch with the same people everyday opens their lives to you and your cohorts. Likes, dislikes, kids, home life and such. This past week one of these became extremely apparent. one of my lunch mate's wife lost a battle with cancer. I had never met her,but I felt I knew her from break table stories told by her husband. I went to the funeral and found out what I knew was the way she was. I know we will share in the sorrow through many lunches, but together we will overcome.

New Blog

I sit around eating lunch with a guys and we are always having conversations about things in the world. Of course, they are a man's skewed view, we can't help it. I was reminded recently that these conversations have been going on since I was on the playground. They continued into the locker rooms of high school and someday will end at a coffee shop with loud waitresses. For now they are at a break table and hopefully I can share my perspective of life and the world as our break table sees it. I hope to post again soon.