I wrote a piece this morning that was so compelling that I had to put it aside, and let it sit for a while. I doubt if it will get better: it is too dark by half. It is a challenge to live amongst this serial madness we call Washington and not let it start to get you down. One of my pals commented that the whole system appears to be devolving into something simultaneously mendacious and malevolent.

So we aren’t going to do that again this morning. Once before breakfast is plenty.

We had a much better time at Willow last night. As you know, Mac’s family is in town to see if they can liquidate the condo, and came by Willow.

It got me to thinking about what a grand time we have in that place, and some of the people who make it that way. Hard Working Rafael; Jerry the Barrister, John-w and Jon-without; the Lovely Bea, Placid Jamie; Mischievous Jasper; Brenna Just Because, Old Jim, the Fish and Wildlife Service, Tex the Bartender; Sous Chef Robert; and a host of others who have passed through the food and beverage side of Tracy O’Grady’s restaurant.

There have been some grand times this summer, and as we slide into Fall, I think I will think about that rather than the other things it would be possible on which to dwell.

So, these are the faces of Willow. These are people whose lives have become woven into my own. And what a grand life it is.

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