We come together on driveway aprons and in front yards sipping wine in small spontaneous groups often, and in planned block parties occasionally. Last evening was one such. I took a large salad, Cheryl took a bean dish, Johnny brought two pies from the Pie Shop, there was wine and water and iced tea to choose from and a dozen delicious casseroles, and Martin's home barbequed buffalo wings, which he came home early to cook for us all. There were deviled eggs and other salad dishes, few deserts, just the pies and a cake called tres leches, a rich concoction my family often serves. We were 26 in all, down from 31 at the last block party in July. Many stayed and talked till after dark having a good time together. It was a special evening to welcome a new neighborhood couple. Norman Rockwell was there in spirit.
Al and Johnny set up some of the white tables I keep in my garage.