There was MW

There was a date carved out long ago as a respite for our current realities - the first weekend in May.
There was Manweekend then. And now.
There was the new who rolled seamlessly into the clan- Bienvenue Jacque -
There was a return -with Guy- the only real man to come MW did return with style, grace and pulled pork.
There was a failure in hot Kirgis hole- we’re looking into it.
There was consistency as Scotty has still never missed a MW.
There was fluidity with Damien, David and Jerry leaving early and joe coming late- and somehow it worked out.
There were the missing with Pete and Ingar.
There was the greatest of all efforts as Kurt and Brian and Chris and Scott and Eric and Jerry and David worked the garage and make life habitable in wintertime through the chimney liner.
There was supervision- leadership now has a name- and it’s Brian.
There was confusion as there was Eric and Eric not Eric and Eric and of course past Eric.
There was Jerry - who IS accountable - who had his #metoo moment ...
There was unconditional love- yeah- no matter what you do Eric-we still love you.
There was the alternatively random thud and clank of throwing knives.
There was a giant TV and a WiFi password and an Xbox.
There was the Dickel, and strange tea and curious cookies.
There was fog.
There was Mennonite pastry and Pennsylvania Dutch cows and pigs I honor.
There was fire and rain and guitars and deep rhythms and beats and howling coyotes, golden eagles and owls.
There was talk of 17 or 18 years.
There was the melancholy clean up.
There was the drive away.

There was WanWeekend.