Susie & Theresa's Pumpkin Carving Party

Carrie & Robin couldn't have chosen a better street to live on in this San Diego neighborhood. Friendly neighbors continue to knock on the front door and present cute baby gifts for the "new kid" on the block. While walking Miriam, I thanked one of the neighbors for her kindness to our family. She said: "All of us on this block want to be neighborly like in days of old when people cared for each other." They have, indeed, achieved that level of love. Regardless of your sexual orientation, your faith beliefs, or your political choice, you are accepted here. This is America at its best! Nice to see folks living agreeably with one another.

So here's Carrie, Susanna and I at the Saturday night Autumn Party enjoying getting out.

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