Bonanza

Thanks for the anniversary wishes, friends. And yes, thank you, I'll go with "moxie" as My Natural.

Reflection Blog Time. I was lucky to grow up with a family that knew how to laugh really hard. Sure, sometimes it was others' expense. But we like to think we were discreet. Every other Wednesday night my mom and sister and I would go out to dinner. No where fancy. Usually the Bonanza on 1st Avenue in Iowa City. For those of you, Peter R., who don't remember Bonanza it was a western themed "carry-your-tray-order-chopped-sirloin-and-pick-which-ranch-dressing-you-wanted-for-your-iceberg-lettuce-salad" place. Oh, and free refills on Diet Coke (that explains my Habit). We'd talk about our day, etc. but the majority of our dinner time was spent surveying the restaurant from our booth, making up stories about everyone around us. Unbeknownst to the innocent patrons, we would create their entire backstories and destinies before they could go back for extra gravy. When I got to improv, what a cool discovery to find myself bringing the Bonanzans to life. How fun is inspiration.

Thanks all for making this such a good time. And laughing really hard.