Linda, Robert and Sha'ash on a rock that was covered during the storms. The sun finally came out after the week of monster storms in Santa Barbara. We found some beach at Loon Point, no signs about no dogs, etc and let them out for a run. Linda drove down and got Charleen and John on the phone, who surprise, moved to Pasadena and they drove up. My sons and their wives drove up from LA and we had a Hawaiian style lunch on Barbara and Dick's beautiful lanai. Well, a quick trip to Trader Joe's helped and cleaning out Evan and Janice's wine stash in their car. Charleen, Linda and I were in the same class for the Diaconate (look up Episcopal Church) and we three holy people, unh huh, gossiped about the church and who we all know. Charleeen and I were ordained a year after Linda and recently had an anniv. - 25 years. John is a priest and had a photo in his office in Hawaii of we three (the Bishop called us his
young turks, whatever that meant) at a restaurant in Waikiki: I was stretched out across John's lap, Linda and Charleen were kissing and hugging him. Somehow John got the pic blown up and framed in his office and when someone asked who the women were, he said: "Those are the deacons of the diocese of Hawaii."
He always wears his hat like that -
It was a fantastic day, and thanks to Trader Joe and Barbara's blue plates we managed to feast and drink and remember wonderful times. And created another wonderful time to remember.
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