One of the best parts of my trip was eating dinner with three old friends whom I'd not seen in over thirty-five years. The way years evaporate when one meets an old friend sometimes takes my breath away. After dinner, I went back to Judie's house, continued to talk as long as was physically possible, then crashed. The next morning, she gave me a tour of her home, horses and barn. I wish I'd taken pictures of them...
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