We had dinner with Jeff and Sharon, Elaine and Steve, in our old neighborhood. It was great to see everyone. We parked in front of our old house and I am sure when people saw out car they were wondering. There was the house in all of its glory. But, of course, lacking the Schmidt aura. And by that I mean, the doodads and froofrahs that we had all over the yard.
We stayed out way too late, drank too much wine but we all had a great time talking.
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