Some things never change-salmon and peas, strawberry shortcake, Lotke's ribs, my black bean salad, Marge's brownies. Some things are different--we actually ate at 9 not 11.
I've been feeling Steve's presence all weekend--seeing him sitting on the corner of the deck early in the morning, hearing him arguing a call on the tennis court, woofing down the ribs last night, sauce all over his beard. He knew how to have fun. So do I.
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