Margot and Zoe drove down to pick up Milaka airport. Thanks to her stepmother, she was able to fly down and ride over to Arizona with her sister. They talked all the way from the airport, talked through dinner, and I’m sure are still talking. We had them to dinner here….which Laka ordered by phone from Portland.
The pizza was good, but Filipe’s makes a better antipasto salad. Did I say that?
The Great Geezer was right in the middle of it all, and he held up well surrounded by three fat ladies, volumes of laughter, and a few tears. I had over done at the pool and was only half holding up. It was a very good visit.
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