what to do after a speggetti dinner

As we approach the fall, each day brings us closer to that time of year where we change our activities for more of a routine to that of tradition. Why is that? If one really thinks about it, the summer is full of reckless abandon, while the fall brings more stability and routine. Is it because of our education process, having summers off? Is it because we are all animals and they go into hibernation in the winter? Is it because there is more day light? Who knows… All 6 knows it that soon the fall colors will have come and gone, leaving in its wake hours of picking them up, pass out candy to the little beggars that come knocking at your front door, watching PSU kicking the crap out of Pitt and Maryland, laying  in a stock of vittles for the big thanksgiving dinner. BTW one of the most time consuming activities of the fall is picking up leaves, what a waste.  Nature is such a wonderful thing, it actually provides a cost effective perfect way to dispose of the leaves. Today we spend every Saturday and Sunday of the Fall doing nothing productive by picking up the leaves, all we need to do is leave them where they fall, and either the wind or decomposition will take care of them. But no… we have to have a nice yard full of lush green grass during the winter! When spring comes we once again pick up the leaves that has yet to fall, then spend a fortune on fertilizer, when we just picked up the best fertilizer that nature can provide. Just think of what our country would be today if our founding fathers spent every fall weekend picking up leaves!  Could you just imagine this: We would have had to send a letter to the king of England in late Aug telling him that from October 1^st thru December 1^st we needed to invoke a cease fire, because we needed to pick up leaves, we would still be fighting that war. Does a bear shit in the forest? Is the Pope Catholic?  If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound?  Does Mother Nature take care of the leaves in the forest? Ok now you know how 6 feels about leaves, let them rot!

Back to Kiawah! Tradition is the foundation by which we build our lives. “Tradition does not mean a dead town; it does not mean that the living are dead but that the dead are alive. It means that it still matters what Penn did two hundred years ago or what Franklin did a hundred years ago; I never could feel in New York that it mattered what anybody did an hour ago.” ― G.K. Chesterton,

Does anyone remember what we had for dinner on Saturday night? Well now of course you do, because 6 asked the question! Let me ask the question a different way, the year is 2020 we are all sitting around talking about our past trips to Kiawah, when 61 or 63 or 71 soon to be husband asks what we do there year after year? Well the standard answer would be that we go to the beach, walk, ride, read, watch Hoda and Kathy lee, shoot hoops, etc. to an outsider they would run from 61,63 or 71 as fast as they possibly could or they would just roll their eyes back in their head and think to themselves these crazy people have been doing those same things for the past 40 years… Get a life! Now just imagine this for an answer: Well on the first day after a various  adventures getting there we are all ready to crash, so we meet at 6’s condo around 7:00, to finally eat some dinner and have some Rex. We start off with a couple bottles of good wine while 6 attemts to make 5 pounds of pasta in a 2 Qt. pot buy the time he completes that task 3-4 bottles of wine and a case of beer are all gone. It is about this time the 2 gallons of of sauce is warm, and the 5 pends of meatballs are nicely covered. What a meal, we have done this for years but never any complaints.