It was late in the last semester of my Senior year in college and graduation was only about two or three weeks away. My friend Stan and I epitomized poor college students. We did not have two nickels to rub together between the two of us.
We were driving around Boone early one Sunday afternoon and we saw a sign for a family reunion at one of the local parks. I didn't think anything of it and Stan turned to me and asked in that deep, gravelly voice of his "You hungry?"
"Hell yes. I guess it is going to be peanut butter sandwiches again."
"Nah,let's see if anybody in this family can cook." He pulled into a parking place at the family reunion and he said "Follow my lead. He quickly added, "What is the worst they can do? Kick two hungry, upstanding college students like ourselves out?"
We tried out best to blend in, listened to a few bits of conversations and figures out that if anyone asked, we were Uncle Joe's second cousins from Virginia and we were indeed students at Appalachian State.
We were doing pretty well but some of the family members started getting suspicious when Stan was stuffing fried chicken legs in his pants pockets on about our fifth trip through the serving line and we quickly made our escape after that. We had a great meal, met some new friends, and adopted a family all at the same time. If would have only been right if we would have shown up the next year as well but we didn't.
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