You can’t reheat a soufflé and you can’t call it a reunion if it happens every year but the Tierney side of my family gave it a go again yesterday afternoon. The family was large in the photo above, taken on my grandparent’s anniversary, but we were just getting started. My youngest sister wasn’t even born yet. Many in the blowup of this photo are gone and yesterday we had to put name tags on to identify ourselves to all the new additions.
At one time or another most of the family worked either in my grandfather’s or my uncle’s grocery stores and I felt enough time had passed that I could tell my cousin, Ray III (in the center of the photo above), about the time his father, Ray Jr. the owner, found me in the milk cooler of his grocery store sitting up on the shelf eating a banana cream pie that I had swiped from the dairy case. Stockboys don’t have silverware so I was holding the whole pie up to my mouth when the cooler door flew open. Ray III said, “don’t worry, he probably saved the empty box and got credit for the pie.” I didn’t want to tell him it was a regular routine.
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spotted you right away, paul