Sunday Evening Post

Photos from the week.

 We were invited to a wonderful Rosh Hashanah dinner complete with good wine, incredible sweet potatoes...

 ...and a modeling show of the Missoni line from Target.

 When a man tells you to put your sunglasses on, at night, inside - you do it.  No questions asked.

 We were even serenaded by the traditional shofar.

 Every time a young person opens up a book, Lavar Burton gets to party.



Told you.

Good thing my unknown dead relative secured the services of the great attorney James T. Ford prior to their death or I would have never been able to claim my millions of dollars in inheritance.  It took a little while for the money I wired to him in Haiti to clear, but it will be worth every penny, believe me.

Pumpkins.

Babies getting crazy at a get-together.
(get mingling, already!)

Corrugated metal siding is on my house.
(Sung to the tune of "Daft punk is playing at my house").

Here is an inside view looking at the kitchen, which should be installed next week.

I got in a rare golf outing down at Kings Creek.  I found this memorial for Doug Davis and his hole-in-one...

...and this one for Babe Ruth.
(You find a lot when you are always looking for errant balls).





See you next week.