In Praise of Men: Part V

Now these weren't just any two men who were coming to dinner, I thought, as it really opened up and began to pour.  They were the "West Virginia Boys!" who had taken me out fishing on their pontoon boat a few times in the past year.

They had been so nice to me and I wanted to return their hospitality in some small way.  And so I gathered up the wet dishes and napkins at my picnic table as night began to fall. I tidied up things as quickly as I could when in the pouring rain there was someone outside and knocking at my little door.  

"Would you like to come over to our place instead?" Ron asked with his raincoat pulled over his head.

"No, I've already got things set up for us here.  What do you think?" I asked, pushing the door open and stepping aside.

"Oh, that's fine," Ron replied as he looked at the tiny table nestled under the slanting ceiling, all set with placemats and dishes and not much more, because not much more would possibly fit.

 "I'll go get my brother and the chicken and we'll be right back."

And so come back they did, and we crowded into my little camper and with the door still ajar, sat around my tiny table, and not knowing whether the whole camper would tip on its side due to the strain, settled in for a nice meal in the tiniest little restaurant in town.