Kiwanis, June, Pancakes and the Villa Chanteleer

                 When One comes out of the tulle fog of being identified as a Gad About Town or in an entomological view, a Social Butterfly, then the order of Lepidoptera pops up in the lucidity of my thought patterns.  Today, then, as an invited guest of our dear friend June, after going to a Divorce Sale by our friend Daria's kid, Joey, for securing some college funds, we moseyed up to the Villa Chanteleer up on the mountain in Healdburg for a few cat calls of Pancakes, sausage, scrambled eggs and orange juice.
                 I was lucky enough to procure a seat and settle in on a vast array of chatter that ensued into what is commonly called a conversation, solving a majority of what we both thought were dumb witted outcomes to simple common sense solutions.  Though we were both cut off prematurely, we had enjoyed a rousing conversation about our lives, history and some of our personal viewpoints on topical 24 hour a day chit chat, and not ones that can be easily found on Facebook or Twitter.  Don't get me wrong, these things don't always strike the fancy of, or are used as ways to teach Old Dogs new tricks, but rather just do not contain any of the usual banter that well-read and overly pretentious senior embellishers find the free time to somehow connect the daily dots with.  By no means does it take the place of a good Crosswords Puzzle found in your neighborhood daily Newspaper.
                So this is Steven, go out and get some spine tingling, verbal exaltation by engaging yourself in some breakfast or dinner charity fund raiser in your indigenous neighborhood, and start up some new friendships with either the line cooks or servers, or the volunteer young citizens, and go home satiated that you as a member of your upstanding and abundantly socially active community have done a small civic duty by contributing to the social apparatus "Network", Child