Tonight, the wife and I had dinner with some dear friends. I have just retired from the military after a quarter of a century. Wow, saying it like that makes it seem like a eternity and in truth, it has been. I joined the Army in 1993 and finished yesterday. My final duty station has been in Jasper, Indiana and to be honest, I had no idea what to expect. Tonight’s dinner was a celebration of my military career and a celebration of new friendships.
Southern Indiana was a mystery to me and certainly to my Canadian wife. We didn’t know what to expect. One of the most pleasant things that has happened to us has been developing a relationship with new friends. Without question Peter and George have become our dearest friends and without them we wouldn’t have been able to assimilate into the small community of French Lick.
Let me explain, I worked in Jasper, Indiana but my wife found us a beautiful home in the small resort town of French Lick. Look it up on the inter-webs and you’ll soon see why French Lick is a resort town. It’s a gem nestled in the Hoosier National Forest and well worth the trip. So, that’s why we’re here. Now, how did we meet Peter and George? In an attempt to immerse into the community my wife volunteered at the local museum in addition to managing events at the resort, and it just so happened our friends Peter and George are pretty big deal at the museum and the rest is developing into a great friendship. Who are these two wonderful gentlemen? Well, let me explain.
Peter and George are partners and have been sharing life experiences for a long time. They have stories that could easily become Hollywood blockbusters (I mean, Shirley McClaine would be jealous of their stories). They have seen and done it all. Peter actually went to college with my father and they knew each other, which I think is amazing. I love that part of our story with these two. My favorite part of our friendship with these fantastic guys is that, we’re just friends. That’s it. They are successful retired guys who don’t want for anything and simply want to be friends. We are equally interested in finding friends who only want to be friends. No pretense. No agenda. Just people who enjoy each others company. We have other friends like this but many of them live far away. Of course, they treat us like their children which makes it hard to pay bill. Every meal is a fight to determine who pays but they are incredibly creative in getting their credit cards to the waitress before we can. It’s like dealing with Gandalf which isn’t easy. We love these two and are lucky to consider ourselves their friends.
Now, back to dinner. Ballard’s at the West Baden Resort is a great place to dine mid-week. It’s casual with a hint of sophistication and it provides a great opportunity to enjoy the atrium of this world-class resort. Peter and I had the steak and frites while my wife enjoyed the salmon salad and George chose the airline chicken, worst name for a meal ever. I mean, who associates good food with air travel and George was sure to let the server know, as well as the risotto. Risotto in the Midwest can’t compare to the dish served in Italy and since George lived there for years as a model (I’m telling you, these guys have some amazing stories which I may get into in future blog posts, with their permission, of course). The evening was fantastic. The food was very good and the desserts, decadent. There were stories told, laughs had and plans for future travel, discussed. Personally, I haven’t laughed and enjoyed my time that much in quite some time and I think my wife would agree. Honestly and a bit selfishly, we needed this night.
Thank you to our friends and we look forward to many more nights like this and we hope to add some adventure to our story with these two great men.
I’m a lucky guy. I have a fantastic wife and some really good friends. Raise a glass and toast the future. It’s going to be fun.