I was working in the kitchen around 4:30 pm when Clark popped his head in the door and said that he was starved and was going to go out and buy a Subway sandwich and pick up his mail at UPS. I thought for a minute and thought maybe he would like me to drive him. I went to the garage and his car was already pulling out of the driveway. He didn’t see me in the doorway and closed the garage door. I was a little worried about him, when 10 minutes later, he was already back home.
Clark and his favorite sandwich. That is a different Giants’ shirt – without Clark 22 on the back.
He is feeling well enough that he accepted a call to play bridge tomorrow!