Monday, May 27
It was a cold and rainy Memorial Day.
“Want to go to the archery range?” I asked Tom.
Tom grabbed his bow and set up his station at the range. He began shooting lifelike animals made of foam: black bear, wolf, turkey, deer.
“You having a good weekend?” I texted Golf Guy.
“Yes, just got done playing our golf club in Kenosha with my partner and a couple of friends. Was fun but cold and rainy. How are you? Just drove by Libertyville. Waved to you.”
“Really? Did you pass me driving?”
“I was kidding. I was driving south.”
“I was driving north. I’m at the archery range with Tom.”
“That archery thing is awesome.”
“Bought Tom a compound bow for Christmas and it’s a good size for me, too.”
“That’s actually sexy.”
“I’m not very good at it yet. You shoot?”
“No. I grew up duck hunting.”
“That’s a wet sport. Still do it?”
“Not for a few years.”
Tom and I took turns shooting then left to have dinner and watch the Blackhawks play the Red Wings in the Stanley Cup playoffs. I texted Blake to meet us at the sports bar.
“How was shooting?” Golf Guy texted. “Are you watching the Blackhawks?”
“Shot pretty well. Eating pizza and watching the game with my boys. I want the Hawks to win bad. But if they lose, I’ll cheer for Detroit, my second favorite team. It makes my sons angry. Haha.”