Just returned from a delicious Italian dinner. I had shrimp oreganato with a side of spaghetti. Also some split pea soup and a diet coke. If any of you out there in outer blogland are planning to retire shortly, save a little extra cash for dining out. There's an awful lot of dining out in retirement--partly because the woman in the house also wishes to retire from standing in front of the stove. Can't blame her. When I ask my wife what's for dinner, her standard response is "Reservations". We went with our friends Norman and Irene Margolies. Norman used to own a restaurant and he's the one who does most of the cooking at home, I imagine. So if he picks the restaurant we are assured of good food and service.
On Sunday we're going to pick up my sons, Bobby and Joel at the Ft. Lauderdale airport at 5:20. Of course, it probably will be at least a half hour later for them to get on to the curb where they are supposed to call our cell phone while we're parked in the lot reserved for cell phones. Then we'll drive to where they are on the curb and take them to their hotel on Federal Highway in Boca. After they check in we'll go to dinner at the Red Lobster, a short distance from the hotel. Then we'll drive back to our place, chat awhile and they'll take one of our cars to get back to their hotel. I think it's about three years since I've seen these guys so we'll have some catching up to do. I know I'm looking forward to it; I may have a few things for them to take back to Virginia. They're too grown up now--I almost can't handle it. Joel is 55 and Bobby is 52. Amazing. (Read the comments)
Buenos noches
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Don't forget we spent time together in Chicago at Michelle's wedding, which I think was less than 2 years ago.
That's right. I meant Bobby. He wasn't at the wedding. And you spent most of the time gabbing with Allen Banen. And you never asked me to dance.
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