So Karla and I had hotdogs after I got home from work and then I went down to the Green for the concert. It was Larry Crasilli but the weird thing is he really hasn't a clue. He knew Tommy, guess they'd talked a few weeks ago or whatever. But after the concert I went up and asked if he remembered me and he said Smith Street and didn't we graduate in 1970 together? Wow! I thought my memory sucked but geez, this is a guy who lived across the street from me as teens and who's previous wife I hung out with when my kids were small AND yes Class of 1970 but also 9 years at St. Mary's School. VERY weird. And weirder still, I am fairly certain that the gun has lived in Connecticut his whole life. If not, he could not have spent as much time out of state as would be needed for him to acquire a Country accent. Seriously. He has a real Country cowboy accent. And he's a pastor. And I'm feeling really weirded out by this.
Oh and Laura and Joel asked me to be the treasurer of the Cultural Commission. I said yes.
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