Our Buddy, Rob, otherwise known as RR to most, recently celebrated his 70th Birthday. How everyone kept this a surprise is beyond me, we’ve known for at least two weeks. Sunday morning Rob wondered why Charlotte was baking two hams – for goodness sakes, it was only their two daughters, spouses and a smattering of grand kids. Guests began to arrive laden with their side dishes, everything from cheesy potatoes, green bean casseroles, potato salad, baked beans, ambrosia, cucumber salad and out-of-this-world desserts. As we sat under the house enjoying a pot luck lunch, adult beverages and the coolest breeze, it was inevitable we would be hearing some tall tales about RR. Beginning with the valiant Knight in Shining Armor, coming to the rescue of the damsel in distress at the Crab Festival a few years ago, knee deep in mud, saving her from sinking up to her…or so he claims.
Charlotte and Rob Byus
There was the tale of Rob nonchalantly warning one of his friends of the rattle snake he practically stepped on as he got down from the golf cart to hit the next ball – “Hey Bill,” as he points to the critter with his cigar. Then, there was the grounded boat – his friend jumped out of the boat to un-ground it, ended up neck deep in water, yelling to Robbie to help him – Rob proceeds to hand him a beer – the fella was underwater in an alligator hole. And, did you know we actually have a Miss Louisiana living amongst us here in Crystal Beach – right Lois??
Kae Noreyko, with Ed and “Miss Louisiana” Lois Riley
I don’t know when Charlotte ever told him her real name – for the longest time he called her Maggie. He would even call her at home, asking for Maggie, Daddy would hang up on him each time. They met under the bleachers … the rest is history!
Eve Bradford and Esther Sarabia; Mac and Brenda McDonald
When together with Laura & Chris, those pitchers of margaritas only means one thing – “let’s get the heck outta here and go get some beignets.” Where else, but a late night drive, singing show tunes like “Camelot,” all the way to New Orleans.
Three families on their summer trips to New Braunfels always thought they had it over the kids – bedtime, kids to bed and the three couples would make their escape to “go get ice.” To the river they would go. Rene, the youngest, figured it out some time later, when they would never return with any ice. For some reason the kids never wanted to get in the river again.
Happy Birthday Baby!
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Congradulations… If I ever get there I’ll be happy as h–l !!!!
Gay and Dixie