|Jane & Fran|
|Jim & Judy|
She and her mathematician husband lived in Cuba when Castro was still a guerilla in the mountains. These days they enjoy cruising as often as possible and would welcome revisiting Cuba when that becomes a possibility.
|Bob, Jane, Fran, Don, Judy, Dick, Lois, Jim|
|Don, Jim, Dick|
After eating, we stopped in the library. I don't think the ongoing discussion is particularly literary, which is why we moved along to the Friendship Lounge where the seating is better than it is in our assigned quarters.
There we continued to catch up on each other's lives and before they went home, I insisted on a group picture. Everyone moans and groans at that suggestion, but it serves as a record later.
|Fran, Don, Dick, Lois, Bob, Jim, Judy|
|This was before Don, a widower, married Fran.|
and the last time we met, we visited first at Judy & Jim's house near San Diego, then piled into two cars to drive the ten minutes to the chosen restaurant. Once there, I thought I'd get the requisite group photo out of the way, then realized that Lois was missing.
|Bob, Dick, Fran, Don, Judy, Jim|
I mean really missing. Nowhere to be found. We'd left her back at the house. What follows next is a picture of mirth, personified, but I didn't dare post it at the time until Lois's justified ruffled feathers were smoothed. Now, even she can laugh about it.
|I suspect Dick spent some time in the doghouse after this. When Lois called Dick's cell phone, she heard it ringing upstairs.|
Just call us old-fashioned folks.