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A business trip isn’t over until you’ve done one fun thing. In Florida, that can mean gators.

See the little babies.

Hi Mom!

This is a state park and the walking path is literally right here. Were they gathered together there would be, like, Herds of alligators. Why I wondered, and sought out the Ranger to ask, why don’t the alligators eat the children? As it turns out, sometimes they do.

At Richards youngest son’s Bar Mitzvah. Richard and the kids played a set and then the old gang ROCKED. Stu, Bob and Richard.

Shira and Grandad.

Desda’s mom and Bob’s mom.

(I need to get the details from Bob…)

Tai and Hana.

Nick and his sweet daughter. This was a going-away party at Hama Sushi where they serve cold sake from huge longnecked containers that reach across the long tables and every hipster in Venice is crowded five deep at the bar or grouped into every bit of floor waiting for their turn.

Home Made Sushi. Only a little scarry.

My UCLA Japanese class, sensei in the middle on the couch. Kon nichi wa!

Me and Marilyn taken by a ciao-bella Italian waiter.

I just love going to Will Rogers State Park during polo season!

Michael, Ben and Bonnie doing the traditional after polo hike.

Bill and his college roommate.

Cheryl’s dad’s Big Birthday Fiesta. With my new hair, I fit right in, like a native.

Tommy’s Birthday Party. Tom, Kelly, Nicky, some kid, Ljubica, Marija, Marsha.

Original walls at San Juan Capistrano.

I love this outing – pick up the train at Union Station, clickity-clack along the scenic California coast, get off at Capistrano and enjoy walking around the totally delightful town, get cul-tra-fied at the mission, eat, drink and be merry and train it back without a moment’s aggravation.

Don’t miss it! Take anyone who hasn’t done it and you can be a champ.

The mission church at San Juan Capistrano.

Hana and bougainvillea at the Capistrano train station.

I just can’t resist Santa Monica Palm Trees.

Sandy at the beach.

We drove up the coast, paid for parking at a place I forget the name of… it was a trying-to-be-private beach but if you paid for parking you could use the facilities. This made the area quiet and a bit hoity toity, just like we like.

Another too dark shot. It was a learning experience. I was struggling the whole time with various error messages and the camera hanging up for no reason I could discern only to discover after it was all over that the meter was set wrong…

We Love technology but she can be a frightful mistress.

Women taking the sun. Clockwise from the front: Marsha, Marija, Ljubica, me, Becky, Lourdes.

Now here is a story facinating to all who knew her. Jan Dubois, returned. More to follow.

Kneeling: Carole, Emilia, Bonny. Standing: Richard, Desda, Bob, Jan, me, Bob, Ben.

Burt and Charlene having a picnic at The Will Geer Theatre. This place, up in Topanga, is so totally cool. As well as the picnic grounds, they offers great theater throughout the summer in a fabulous open arena. The players are mostly amature with a few Hollywood names thrown in because why not. The production and direction is first rate.

We have all been recommending it wildly.

xo! He’s got it!

Becky and Marsha singing at Alicia’s wedding reception. At our table, we kept sending the guys off to scavange more wine. This picture kind of tells the tale.

My next door neighbor Margaret, the flying WWII WASP, fixing my door. ‘Here honey,’ she says, ‘let me take care of that for you.’

And when you’re using screws, rub a bar of soap over the ridges before you go into the wood.

Steve, Celina and Gideon.

Mary Ann’s wedding shower. The kids: Susan’s neighbor’s girl, Coleen, a neighbor boy. Seated: some chick, Mary Ann, Chelsea. Standing: a woman we don’t know, another woman we don’t know, Susan, Karen the bride’s maid, Barbara.

The ones we don’t know are these – the neighbor to the side, the neighbor to the back and somebody else.