I was supposed to meet Jeri at 12 for lunch with Brett. Brett ran late and so we arrived at 1:05, about 5 minutes before Jeri.

I didn't know quite what to make of it. Brett showed up at my door in crotchless jeans. He was walking funny to disguise the problem but between the icy path and icy blasts... So we took a detour to a shopping mall to get him decent again. I bought some new sneakers and we were late but modest and socially acceptable. Jeri, on the other hand, had no excuse. She was just plain late

Good friends, good music. Barry Finn made it with his son and was invited to sing breathlessly as he sat down. Never saw Barry lose his timing before. Mean trick.

We raised a few glasses, hauled a number of bowlines, sank a few ships, broke a few hearts, and went home quite satisfied.