a bazillion years

George added a sauna and a pool with a stream running through it to his house outside Rio.

 It's a long way from the hills of Brazil to the shores of Block Island, but George made the trek. We hadn't seen one another in 40 some-odd years, but he still has the same manic smile. The last memory I have of him is when he attended the Vassar prom on LSD wearing a black tie and nothing else.
   Though actually I don't think I was present. He says somebody called the cops but the Vassar authorities told them to forget it and go back to the station.
   Weird how it can seem like no time has passed, yet there were decades of who did what when, marriages and children and moves and houses and ailments and health kicks to catch up on. Now he's a concert pianist who makes his living tuning Steinways in concert halls all over South America. So fun.

An apparition on Block Island

George brought swordfish, which we grilled. I know, not cool, but ohh, mama!

As always, when houseguests, weather not great.