The Native Iowan

I’ve been hanging around Toowoomba for a couple decades. It’s a good place.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toowoomba

Is a Wednesday eve. Have been participating in grandson, Mendoza’s, matriculation from school.

He has been going to school here for 6 years.

It’s all done now.

Now I sit in an aged bar, Toowoomba is an old-ish regional centre. A lot of nice old stone buildings with high ceilings and dark wood paneling.

The family has been busy enjoying Mendoza’s success.

Tonight Grace and Don are off to the formal. Space is limited I don’t get to go.

So I’m on my own… I Sit in this bar and wait for a burger while sipping a cider. Old dance music plays in the back ground. The place is kinda busy.

I guess I am lucky to be young enough while being old enough to enjoy my grandson’s graduating. Speaking from experience, there are no guarantees your kid will make it through all 12 years.

I see it as a rite of passage, a societal accolade, a certified success. A pass.

And it’s good.

I’m pleased Mendoza’s dad and family could come. The little girls are so impressed.

So I’ve just about had enough of this place. And I’m still waiting for my burger.

And the beat goez on

More later