View from the backyard, Pertuz residence.
The dinner at the McCain's was outside, which couldn't have been better executed. Got to meet Sarah and Bobby's twins, Jack and George. They were described as future Clemson frat guys - really lovely lads.
They denied ever being this small.
View from the table head...
The hot termite got a lot of attention for dinner.
Baby cakes in honor of the Henny. She was taking copious notes. Candidate for cutest mother club.
Moms hair looks red. 
That's Miles McCain in the gas mask - clearly sending Fog Bostic a message.
Watching Phelps make eight. Unfazed. Our baby is a patriot, however.
Our fishing expedition, this morning.
When we came in, the neighbor was shooting the swans in her swimming pool with an air gun. This one got snippy with me.
The James has the magic hands.
This is the crew that sent us off to the Del Fiore pork store. That haul is getting put to use here in a sec, dad's on dinner.
Thanks, everyone.
Jane's made three trips now, and the girls are off to Bridgehampton next week while I'm off in Sao Paulo. It's tough being 22".
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