I will get to an account of the momentous events of yesterday, presently, or not. I have to get it in gear to drive back to the scene of the crime and pick up the two stools that Od Jim and I sat on for several years. But suffice it to say, in general order, there was:

The last full hour swim;

Watching the MSU football victory with the LT;

Driving to Dulles to get him on a plane;

Driving back to Big Pink, donning formal mourning attire donned (Black shirt and bow tie with jeans);

Driving over to Willow’s Wake;

Back in the police cruiser (mine, not theirs) and back to Big Pink in time to join Marty Lee, Margaret, Cindy and Joe at poolside in time for season’s closing;

Open tab left at Willow meant hailing a Red Top cab to go back;

More great food;

MC-ing the last remarks from Willow Management while standing atop the bar;

Then another cab ride home sometime after Midnight.

There is actually a story to all of the bullets, but I can understand that only a few would give a crap about any of it. Fifty pictures on Facebook and call it a wrap for the season.

Strange feeling. So much just changed. I have to go with the flow, I suppose. I am going to miss that place. And the pool. And my son.

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