Mr. P. Chapman is almost finished re-doing his sweet little cabin over in Norwood. He says...
I have been over to his place a few times this summer and fall (I think I have)...to see Peter`s and Bella`s puppies (now adopted) and to check on his remodel. It is a nice spot over there...the cabin has come along well from what I saw during those visits.
A few of we guys were to visit Chapman`s new digs some days before Thanksgiving. He was to cook us birds he shot in Montana. Pheasant and Hungarian partridge. That morning it was snowing, a dense storm.
Roomie Bo cancelled from his Barcalounger. Sled Tater cancelled on our phone call...saying the drive up Norwood Hill is a no go...it`s a blizzard...or, almost. So I called Peter to tell him we are a no show.
This call did not go well. Mr. P. Chapman had defrosted many birds, done the market, and did not do his skiing because of it. I got on the Shit List...again...understandable, but there was a reasonable excuse.
No, no...on the Shit List.
I still want to go to Peter`s new Norwood home. I like to check on my Boy`s progress...and eat his birds.
I don`t think I should arrange dinner parties.