The year was either 1982 or 1983, judging by the size of Jason there in Sean’s arms. The tall guy is Tim.
Brian is in the front row with the hat on. News flash: He and Faith have safely arrived in Rome…where they will hopefully continue to BE safe and enjoy all the wonderful sights, history, food, and (good) experiences there.
Here is the gang for our farewell to WPB breakfast at John G’s on Monday, full as ticks after feasting on the fabulous cinnamon-nut French toast. To die for…srsly.
Amy and I had fun trying to teach Don and Carolyn how to text and Facetime:
Maybe there’s hope for these old dogs to learn new tricks…if only they can remember what we taught them! We laughed a lot, so it was a good thing we were seated in the alcove away from most other diners. We honestly tried to keep the noise level down! We really did.
It’s just another day here in our mountain paradise, getting the moho ready for another adventure. In June. Involving some Rocky Mountains. Yeah, baby!
Life is good, y’all!!!