Llove Letters

Last night it was my turn to host our Men’s Night Out. Hot dogs, trimmings, various chips, my Bride’s incredible brownies, and a few other tasty things a group of men will bring. The huge fire pit was ready to go, and the homemade grill was primed with charcoal, and every one brought their own chair and drink of choice. It was cool and the fire raging felt just right. As host I had dogs ready to eat at start time, and those who wanted to roast theirs on sticks got to work. There is nothing better than a group of men with no agenda, and no hesitation in telling…