I guess most people with any sense are starved for company right now. But pre-election is no time to make new friends, when things could turn fractious. So it was very fun to gather, once again, with these like minded folk. "Country noir" author Dan Woodrell (Winter's Bone) and his bride, author Katie Estill (Dahlia's Gone). The chef/oenophile/judge/lawyer once again entertained us on his porch, plying us with oysters flown in from Cape Cod and crab claws from—The Gulf, maybe? But the best of it was socializing. Talking. We sat and talked for hours and at the end of the day, I felt refreshed as I headed home in deer time.
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Die with a bottle in my hand, in my hand; die with a bottle in my hand.
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