i’m finding folders of photos that weren’t processed…bringing back memories of not-too-long ago.
but somehow this eve felt like stepping out of time. maybe it was stepping into the garage…set up like maurice minnifield would have done. in honor of his birthday, he cooked for us (i still remember the lemon ravioli). we’ve all known each other since college days (which are getting farther and farther behind us)…
tonight that history carried us well as we ate and honored the birthday boy.
and made hopes for the future.