For those who don't know it, we have thrown up gang signs--some months ago, Matt lobbed several pairs of new balance sneakers over the electrical wires that cut through our back yard.



We have staked our claim to the perfect environment for eating tuna nicoise. Adam Nagata again provided the fish, plucked in its prime from the Pacific Ocean. We drank sparkling wine and dipped bread in olive oil. A weekday lunch--miraculous.

The honorary guest: Hank, son of Cheri and Tom.



Cheri and Tom were also present--less cute, but more talkative.