It’s Sunday afternoon. The weather is perfect. The smell of campfire smoke wafts through the air. There is a wine bar set up on the counter. Every smiling person that walks through the door offers a hug & a new treat to share… Continue reading
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It was Friday. “Did you get tickets?” I pestered Dave with yet another text. Jess, Joy, Alex and I had them already. Dave and Carmen still did not. Dave, in Dave fashion, responded back without any stress. “I’m on the hunt. Nothing yet, but I’m confident we will.” Continue reading
