Rain and sleet projected for the entire day. Attendance at coffee was good.
Sid came in from Onondaga. He had something in his button hole.
|A simulation of Sid's button hole decoration. His was more faded.|
"Sid, what is that?"
"Well, Joe, that is my Breast Cancer Awareness ribbon."
"Sid, that ain't no ribbon. That is a twist-tie."
"What's the difference?" Sid asked.
"A twist-tie has a wire." I replied.
Sid thought a second and then said. "This is my way of showing special solidarity with women who have to wear under-wire bras. Those breasts need love, too."
I think I was played.