Sunday night was Carl's 60th birthday. I was sick with the flu or some phantom plague, but since I missed his last one, (see 8/22/04) I managed to will myself up and out the door. On the way over I stopped off at an Albertson's and picked up 3 boxes of raisins, a big bag of pastachios, a six-pack of Sierra Nevada, a case of drinking water, and
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