Interesting Sunday at the Fry Lodge. As we sat around waiting for the rain to start, there was a rapid knock at the door – the kind the UPS man makes when he drops off a package before scurrying away. I answered the door to find myself face-to-face with my childhood friend, Jeff Genova, whom I hadn’t seen in 18 years. No notice. No call. Just a knock. Followed by a 20-minute visit with him, his wife and 3 kids. They live in Connecticut and were in town for his sister’s wedding. Really nice family. Crazy. I’m kicking myself for not getting a photo of the two of us.
In other news, it poured during Henry’s soccer game this afternoon.