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Clearing the cellar

Rob has a collection of wine. The trouble with driving across the country in the summer is that the wine would bake in the moving truck. So, today we had guests over to help empty the cellar. The highlight of the evening, for me was his Domain Du Mas Blanc from Banyuls from 1977. (Rob

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Twenty years ago

I haven’t seen my high school friend, Irene, since we graduated twenty years ago. She moved to Portland last year and this is the first time we’ve managed to get together. The experience was surreal and great. It was as if time had not passed, except of course that it had. A lifetime, really, so

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A box by the road

Yesterday, Rob asked me about a box on our curb. It had a towel and a car floor mat in it. I didn’t recognize either, but figured that someone had pulled it out of their car while loading some yardsale item in. Granted, it hadn’t been there the day of the yard sale, but neither

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The stranger’s house

I am living in a stranger’s house. It is not the boxes which make it so; it is the absence of things. We sold the steamer trunk which served as our bathroom cabinet. As we were carrying it out, I realized that I’d owned it for nearly twenty years. I bought it in college and

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Higgins

We just returned from dinner out with Bob Bates, one of Rob’s friends from Hawaii, and our friends Don and Yan. The meal was wonderful, as always, and it was great to catch up with them. However, at this rate, I will be exhausted before we hit the road. So, in the interests of self-preservation,

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Beeper to signal new life

My nephew just sent me this article from the local paper about one of his friends. They’ve known each other since my nephew was five. Asher McGirt and his mother, Janet, have unusual summer plans: They’re waiting for the sound of a beeper. The beeper, when it vibrates and bleats, will signal that a set

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Farewell Iron Chefs

Is that right? Why isn’t the plural Iron Cheves? Last night we went down to the Celsi’s for an Iron Chef reprise potluck. We’d all wanted to do another Iron Chef battle, but it just wasn’t in the cards. Eve reprised her Potato battle samosa dumplings in cardomon carrot sauce. Don brought his amazing, amazing

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