Some of Steve’s out-of-town friends were in on the secret and had arranged a motorcycle ride that would end at the Harley-Davidson store in National City–a San Diego suburb. As I understand it, the store routinely serves hamburgers to its clients on the open air roof-top veranda. Dearrah had the brilliant idea of utilizing this area, and arranged Steve’s 50th birthday party there. Caterers cooked hambugers, prepared other food and drinks, and decorated the tables. Not sure who supplied the cute birthday cake.
The tall heaters helped knock off the chill as we stood about visiting with friends and relatives and awaiting the arrival of the birthday boy. After a bit we heard loud motors and the riders roared onto the parking lot. Cameras in hand we gathered about the elevator, but in a minute someone screeched, “There he is,” and sure enough he had arrived on the opposite side from where we were.
It was great fun, the hamburgers were delicious, the coffee was smooth and robust, but we weren’t able to taste the cake. We had a drive back to Lake Havasu of more than five hours, so after saying many good-byes, we went to our car, took Andrew home, said good-bye to our little people there, and headed for Arizona. (We had given Steve his birthday gift while he was at our home for Christmas, but Jerry had a special gift he gave Steve privately at the party. I’ll write about that later.)
At 10:30 on Saturday night, we pulled into our parking space at DJs RV in Lake Havasu. Tired, we fell into bed. Church would start at 9:00 on Sunday morning. Christmas was finished. (But then again, Christmas is never finished…it lives and breathes…because He does!)
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