Monday, April 3rd
Melissa and I had lunch with the Izenbergs today, during which Jerry got a phone call just as Melissa inadvertently banged a bottle of wine against the counter while extracting the cork.
“Hold on a second,” Jerry said to whomever he was talking, “there’s an alcoholic loose in the house.”
And, as we like to say in these parts, we’re off.
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