Another short and sweet blog.

We were to meet our cousins, Bob and Wendy K___, for coffee at Kaldi’s at 10:30. Or so I thought. But at 9:20, my alarm went off reminding me that we were meeting the K____’s at 9:30. Oh. So we huffed and puffed our way to the appointed coffee shop and arrived a little late, but they were not there.

I thought they forgot, but that seemed unlikely. Then, I realized what had happened. As we entered the Central time zone, in addition to automatically changing the time on my phone, my phone calendar set every appointment back an hour. My 10:30 appointment was set back to 9:30. The upshot was that we had an hour to kill at the coffee shop, especially since even at that early hour, it was too hot to take a walk. Eventually, Wendy and Bob came and we had a very nice family catch-up.

By the way, for those who care, Wendy is the granddaughter of my father’s oldest sister.

From Kaldi’s coffee shop, we went to the Barclay House in Clayton, a senior facility. Our friends Pat and Brigid M________ have recently moved in and realized they brought too much stuff with them. Their daughter Nora was in town from Brooklyn to help them dispose of the excess and, as well, to help them dispose of everything remaining in their old house so they can put it on the market.

For context, I met Pat the summer before we started Harvard together. I was suburban public school guy, and Pat a graduate of a Catholic high school in the city. Brigid went to college with us, too, being a member of Radcliffe’s class of 1964.

We spent the afternoon with our cousins Donna and Ed K______. I took a very nice photo of Donna. Even she thought it was okay. But she didn’t want any one else to see it. So it’s not going to be included. But Ed didn’t lay down that sort of condition, so here goes:

Donna is my first cousin. Ed and I went to high school together.

After that, we had dinner at Dominic’s in Clayton. Very good food, and equally good company. My college roommate Jerry L______, and his wife Harriet. Boy, did we each have stories to tell.

Jerry and I went to different high schools from neighboring suburbs. Jerry and Harriet went to high school together.

That’s it. One day I will write up some of those stories.  Having a great time. More, tomorrow. Two more days of people. Then back in the saddle.