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.
He demolished the first half of the sandwich in nothing flat.
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!
Barbara