Jeanne's place is in Tustin, and it's lovely, inside and out.
Limber Lou played with the dog. He was pretty smiley. Lou, I mean.
Bea w/ flan, I think.
Kate & Brenda sat on the porch, like Andy & Barney. I think I was Floyd.
Steve (& Jeanne). You'd never guess lookin' at him, but Steve's our "religion" guy. He's good.
Shel w/ shark cap. I see him maybe once a year, and he's always wearing that thing. (He always reminds me that I gave it to him.)
Lisa, observing me on the floor with my camera, seemed dubious. "Taking pictures up ladies dresses, eh?" said a nearby Red Emma. Nope, I was just down there talkin' with the dog.
Red qua Dick—and Fumiko qua Fumiko.
Frank grabbed my camera with a big show of annoyance. He took a snap of Jeanne 'n' me.
Karima, dean of H&L, among other things.
Lou was happy, playin' fetch with a drool ball. I hosed it off.
Jeanne reads to Lou. Somethin' about executing a servant girl for spillin' milk. You know: a children's book.
Jan & Jeff are happier than ever, I think. Somebody said that they're retiring. Could be.