Last night while having dinner with Dave, Adina, Brent, Buffy and Mom, the waiter kept going around the table and placing food, etc between the couples seated there. We were at a marvelous restaurant called The Melting Pot. Expensive, but what a great evening. Anyway, as the waiter moved from place to place he would say in a low voice, "primeridge". Now, Dave and Adina have been there before so I just thought that they were "in" on what primeridge meant, so I didn't say anything. However, as the evening wore on, I was more and more bewildered about what this word, primeridge meant. I just took it in stride; was cool and maintained my part in the evening togetherness. I really was trying to figure out the pattern of his use of "primeridge". I was baffled. No one else had any idea that my inquisitive mind was short-circuiting trying to figure out the Rubics formula for this new word, primeridge.

About 45 minutes into the meal, the waiter, Charles, comes between Adina and I and reaches to adjust the fondue flame controller and says, "pardon my reach". Very distinct and clear to my right ear. Ah ha........"pardon my reach". I just about laughed myself to death inside and had to pass my new found word on to the seated party. So, yes, I did make my admission of dumbness and told the crowd my frustrating firsts 45 minutes....and how the Stinchfield family has now picked up on a word that can be used for just about anything.........."Primeridge". It can mean anything. ...............and, I'm just getting older; 60 is just around the corner.

Dad