Sunday, June 1, 2025
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Many times as a teenager I was called upon by Aunt Moody to babysit so she and Uncle Joe could attend a party, go out to dinner, etc. More times than not they always ended up coming home much later than the anticipated time. Now I know where it comes from: being last to leave a party. It's genetics!
Here's a pic from 2018 when we all got together for dinner at Sinatra's. A very fond memory! We'll all miss you, Aunt Moody. But the party your going to now will be full of loving and familiar faces, to welcome you.
Until we meet again...
