post-Thanksgiving

…was spent at the Poet & Patriot, where my son and his buddy deejayed (and I remembered a younger Poet & Patriot that was somehow older and sleazier) and darts flew, and Chloe and I talked over a puddle of beer on the table, and I could be who I was/am just a little bit w/my beloved, and everyone yelled (and whispered) 100! a couple dozen times, and the Funky Nassau was new again.

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