We decided to take Henrietta out on a afternoon, Sunday adventure and ran into Ditmar and Ricky. They live in Fort Lauderdale now, and--not driving--can seldom get there.
I can't remember their names, but they were delightful; I spent a greater part of the afternoon wondering just which one for more girlish. I vote for the one on the right.

And, what a pleasure it was to run into my nephew, Jesse; we have not seen each other for two years and he once was one of the foundations of The Gay Seventh Calvary. It makes you wonder why you fall out of touch with such friends, but this a town of such distraction.
At the end of the day, we came home, threw our Diesel bags on the day bed in the living room and drifted into the well-known world of passing out.

Now, after a grand birthday dinner for Larry W., we are getting ready to attend to the other distractions of Twist, a place that has no limits in that category.

In the meantime, view this gem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WZGyzz5O-U