The Rolla Boys™- Chapter 3

I remember being pretty excited about the first official get together at our new and nearly completed log cabin. The fact the group would be comprised exclusively of guys I'd grown up with and in some cases had not seen in years, made the anticipation on my part that much greater. Not all the old friends I'd invited were able to make this first reunion, but I was confident there'd be enough diversity (sorry Nancy Polosi, I'm referring primarily to personalities; not nationality or sexual orientation) to have some quality campfire conversation based largely on memories of an array of wild and ridiculous things we did, or at least thought we did back in the old days.
The cabin was not yet furnished as there was some remaining inside carpentry work yet to be completed. Our sitting and sleeping accommodations consisted primarily of folding camp chairs and aluminum camp cots made in China but purchased at Walton Mart. What would eventually be a wrap around redwood deck was at the present a temporary affair constructed primarily out of left over plywood from the subfloor and roof. It would do nicely however for holding 5 Goomers and a 2 burner propane stove (made in China but purchased at Bass Pro) which would soon be pulling duty for cooking up the first batch of now famous "Ranch Chile".
Note: if your name is Kevin "Cool" Coolile and you find yourself bunking immediately over Victor DaWatt, you might consider Ranch Chile more infamous than famous. Cool however is a fast learner, and by the second night of our reunion had decided he'd be substantially more comfortable sleeping outside in the rain and under a rock.
Over the course of a few afternoons in early October, I had things in order and ready for the first ever "Rolla Boy Reunion at The Ranch". The fire pit was complete, with enough firewood standing by to burn down Chicago (for a second time); ammunition was stockpiled for target shooting and for use in a fire fight in the unlikely event we found ourselves in the position of having to defend ourselves against an onslaught of Barry County Al-Qaeda (unlike some of our friends in Washington, most of the people I know prefer we defend ourselves on the field of battle instead of in a court room, when it comes to nut whacks who want to murder us in our sleep) and groceries had been purchased including plenty of ingredients for an extra large batch of Ranch Chili. All I had to do now, was meet these Goomers at the front gate on the coming Friday evening of October 10th, and make sure they had permission from their wives to stay up past 10:00!