*Sitting in a barbeque joint. One lady walks by with a holstered gun on her hip and handcuffs tucked into her jeans. Three men walk by with holstered hand guns. All in plainclothes. = I feel safe while enjoying barbeque.
*I talked to a cousin for the first time since 1967. No difficulties between us, just busy lives.
*I finally decide to hang the ristra from the chandeleer.
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