meetups with Old pals, Solzhenitsyn, Mcmansions, uncertainties

Meeting up with Old Pals is almost like visiting back home. You reminisce and wonder which is the altered reality. Xanh is not the best choice for a table full of vegetarians - the starters were good. Claypot tofu too. The ambience is the winner. And great cocktails.

Solzhenitsyn passes on - first hand accounts in a gulag. And I wonder why history repeats. Why public memory is short.

A friend buys a McMansion, more like an authentic 1950s home with ample room for a brady bunch. The family room has an eichler openness. I really want to come up with a short, set in the 1950s now - free location for the shoot.