Not about movies

I'm afraid to blame this weekend's bout of food poisoning on either of my two favorite food preparers, Jill or the good people at Anna's Taqueria, so I'll blame the pepperoncinis I ate in between. Lousy delicious pepperoncinis. In less than five months at Bluesocket, I've now taken sick days for a bad back, a sprained ankle, and food poisoning.

After only 37 years with Sara, Brad is married. It was great to see the college gang again, and just as lovely walking several grandmas down the 300-foot "aisle" at a 90+ degree outdoor wedding, where the air was as muggy as the scenery was breathtaking. Congratulations, Brad and Sara.