Nava is still teaching the climbing arts.
We drove around the lake to a point we always see from Matthews Beach, O. O. Denny Park. It was quiet, probably because it's in the suburbs. It's more eau de cannabis on the city side, especially pre-dusk, which is flirting with 9:00 pm nowadays.
Ellis and Jonathan visited us from Chevy Chase. Their parents used to work at Davis Polk and Sidley, way back. Not way, way back, but back enough such that we found ourselves scaffolding the story of intervening years by tales of real estate (not children, because who remembers that). Anyway, Jane is still the loudest.
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