The Cheese Stands Alone
I was late for the lunch that precedes the Wednesday bridge today because, as I pulled out of the driveway, I noticed the moving van at the Lubins' house across the street. Of course I had to stop and say goodbye. They've been there for 27 years, which is no match for my 33 years. We were among the youngest in the neighborhood then; now there's no question that I'm the oldest. How come I don't feel old?
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