We are in Ann Arbor tonight, spending our last night at Chez Harry’s, ever. As you can see from the photo, things have been significantly cleared out. Harry, Jane, et. Al. have done a monumental job of moving stuff out of the house. What stuff that is still in the house has a well-defined exit strategy that should be implemented by the time we return from up north. The night before and after our flights to and from Boston, we will be hoteling it. Harry should be proud of what he has accomplished, because earlier this week, while on a walk through the rich neighborhood that adjoins our little slum, we saw a very sad sight. A home there had a dumpster parked in the street before it and not one of those small dumpsters, but a walk-in one, as big as they come. Half-a-dozen people were carrying stuff out to it, in a seemingly never-ending fire bucket brigade. It was a sad sight to see, a sight that Harry has avoided in his own case.
Soon after we arrived in town, Harry whisked us off to his new place, All Seasons, which I keep wanting to call Four Seasons, as in the Philly lawn and gardening place, but that’s just me. It is brand new, has excellent curb appeal and at the moment is less than a third full. Dinner was excellent. Harry had the lamb chops, Anne had their Whitefish, which had a fancy Italian name, bronzini, and I had a filet minion. Like I said, the food was excellent, but the best part of the meal occurred after we were done eating. First one and then another and another resident came to the table to introduce themselves or rather reintroduce themselves. Invariably, their first question asked was are you Harry R? One, Gordon, Harry had hired as a French teacher lo these many years ago. Further, Harry also hired a woman, who later became Gordon’s current wife. The wife of another teacher friend later reintroduced herself by way of saying, “It really is a small world after all.” Cue the music, Jane. She still has a drink recipe that Harry had shared with her many years ago and has invited him over for drinks.
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It’s a small world after all, It’s a small world after all, …
How nice that Harry already knows some of the people living there.