The Old Gang

Miles invited me to Inverness's annual St Patrick's Day lunch blow out.  Rumor had it there was partial nudity at last year's gala, so I trundled on down.  Nobody was hitting it hard, at all, and it was neat to tease my old cell mates and see that everyone is still vigorous and enthusiastic.  Weirdest thing though.  Nobody - not one person was smoking.  None of the other exiles were there, so I felt special.  Ida looks real good and is growing hair.  Everybody was sweet to me, save Dinah, of course.  JoAnn looks terrific and is going to join me in grandparenthood, with a boy.  Hard to believe it's been seven years.