Sundays on Lincoln Road continued to grow with even the mention of offering controlled seats, food, etc. I poo-pooed such ideas for now, as it is such a great meeting spot for all and why, oh why, would we want to stratify it (at least until we want to).
I charged Riley with writing up the position of our club. He's got nothing to do until the congressional campaign of Jeremy begins, and he set about our noted position to begin the provision of refugee status for uprooted, Lebanese boys.

Our first boy--pictured with Jere-- is now here. His name is Abbi (short for Habbibi) and his parents sent him first to London and then to us (well, I mean Florida). He's from the Christian part of that poor, torn country and has found his way into the right hands. Thomas Barker has been put in charge of his care. Just don't think we are a bunch of aimless socialites.