Sr. glances behind him to Jr. briefly, before rolling his cigar absently between his fingers, laughing deep enough to make his shoulders shake.

"You sure picked a humdinger of a day to be travelin', boyo!" he remarks, returning the stogy to his teeth. As he speaks, it makes his words somewhat muffled.

"Yep, we've been havin' our annual picnic this time every year, 'round about since what? '76?"

"Hundred year anniversary," Jr. nods when his father turns to him, but he keeps his eyes on 'Jay.'

"Right," the Mayor grins, turning back to squint at 'Jay' again.

"You thinkin' about settlin', Mr. Gordon?"