Saturday, May 3, 2008

I dream of Dempsey

Jack Dempsey dropped by for lunch last night. His visit wasn't and was a surprise: he had awarded scholarships to our children (way to go, children!), so we knew that he was coming to our house, but we didn't know when. I answered the door wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Dempsey wore a white shirt and black suit. We shook hands, and I had one thought: how to turn off the washing machine downstairs without calling attention to the fact that it was running.

And now it's time for breakfast.

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