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Feasting

This is how it started: on my front porch late yesterday afternoon, Julie and I drinking a glass of wine with an old friend visiting from out of town. And then some neighbors showed up with a bottle of wine, and their kids. And then some other neighbors, with their kids. This is how it ended: […]

This is how it started: on my front porch late yesterday afternoon, Julie and I drinking a glass of wine with an old friend visiting from out of town. And then some neighbors showed up with a bottle of wine, and their kids. And then some other neighbors, with their kids.

This is how it ended: five hours later, all the wine in the house gone, the cupboards stripped, the embers dying in the fireplace, the kids worn out from playing past their bedtime. Exhausted.

And brother, let me tell you, it was great! “We’re so sorry to have stayed so late,” one of our guests said as they were all headed home.

“Are you kidding?” said Julie. “This is why we moved here!”

She’s right. It’s great.

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