Monday, July 11, 2011

Romans 7:10



The girls are in NY, I'm Deep Eddy solo. Did manage a weekender. Got as epic as a 38 gets these days, meaning bed before midnight and lots of baby advice dished over fancy coffee and hand kneaded donuts. I always miss the mates, but seeing them makes for a painful travel day home. Well, that and being carriaged next to guy seemingly asleep carpet-bombing coach. New York has magic like TEXAS has Tahoe Escalade Denalis. Both useful.

Eating breakfast for dinner and listening to Tanner, the blood brothers and a couple versions of Greenlander. Worth revisiting if you're that kind of effort.

Kick things off with the painting I once tried to buy.



Opened in Southole. Destination, Ranch Bostic-Floyd. The Pertuzs in tow. A gathering of theologians, danglers and guys who don't get out enough. Famous times and lucky to have wives. And a couple new recruits.










HH arranged a half day on the water. Many cherries broken.







Evidence of Brooklyn's good taste.



Main event - the wedding. What a room, what a bride and groom. We look forward to new neighbors and porch beers with our first local family. This was truly a treat. Sorry about camera dying before the regal eagles made the appearance.




Warm-up dumplings, Joe's.



A close second on main event, the reunion of the year:


Sunday with the too jive crew.




This is what I'm missing:


Final flourish:

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