Good Wednesday early evening (Montreal time, anyway). It is time for Friday Fictioneers. I fear I have once again gone down memory lane. It was that or bring in Tannille‘s muse for a repartee over here. I chose the former. Thank you, always, to Rochelle for holding the door for us and inviting us in to play week after week. This week, thanks go to Ronda Del Boccio for the use of her photo. Should you want to play along, click on the frog below and add your link.
Dad loved gathering his family for barbecues in the summer, serving his “world-famous ribs” (to us), his mother’s Minute Rice salad, baked sweet potatoes and other delicious goodies. I often brought dessert.
Every August, the International Balloon Festival of St-Jean-sur-Richelieu, where Dad lived, was held. If we were lucky, and the winds were acquiescent, they flew directly over his house. Why pay an entrance fee, with no guarantee they would fly, when you could watch for free?
I’ll never forget the time we heard a loud “PSSSSSSSHHHHHTTT” that made us jump out of our skin.
There was one RIGHT THERE.
Sadly, I cannot find a picture I took of one that was right there because it must be in another hard drive. Oh well. Trust me.. It looked as close (almost) as this one!