Post by Brewster Rawls

Yesterday, Stone came to our house. His parents will pick him up this evening when they come for Sunday dinner. We’re having a fine time. When he arrived, he was wearing a romper which had been his father’s. (Glad his grandmother saved some stuff.) I always referred to as the “hatchet chicken” outfit. Some might say the chicken is carrying a spade, but they would be wrong. We took him to Joe’s Inn for an early dinner. He loved the spaghetti - and he ate a lot. Back at the house, Stone got a bath and, of course, played with his submarine. We climbed in bed and watched a bit of Ms. Rachel. (Yes, you can judge us.) Today, Ann and I will take him to church and afterwards we’ll likely go to the Westwood Pharmacy Diner, another Richmond culinary institution. Hanging out with an almost two year old is truly about my speed. I know. My threshold for entertainment is kind of low. Be that as it may, this is my idea of a nearly perfect weekend. Oh, and Stone now calls Maggie by name. That’s appreciated by all. Tomorrow it’s back to all that law stuff.