After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Tag: barbecue
A good day
As you might have noted from the constant references to the KC and the Rover, I haven't been getting out of my neighborhood much. Which is a great testament to Astoria, but I was going a little stir-crazy when Tal called on Saturday to urge me to go to the barbecue in Flushing Meadows.