
The graduating class of the Foreign Service Academy. See if you can find Ben.
"I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've finally gone up in smoke. Now my hand is on the wheel, of something that's real and I feel like I'm going home".
After almost four months the crop is nearly ready. This is our first organic, free-range, non-caged, pesticide-free (almost) locally grown tomato. Of course this beauty had the help of the "constant gardener" Mary. She rescued it from the pot on the patio and transplanted it. It must have gotten more sun where she planted it, because all the other tomatoes are still green. Now we are in a drought, and restricted to watering once a week. I refuse to let my crop die. I'll give up my showers first. 

Another hit for Marianne the director. It was a grand night for an opening. A balmy August night with the warm smell of clematis rising up in the air. Or was that poison ivy?

