The three of us sitting on a bench by the lake and the Boat House on fine late September day ( after a week of miserable rainy weather ) thought that the scene around us was like an idyllic dream. WE were celebrating brother Mike's 66th birthday. I catch the old song on Carousal organ : " Daisy, Daisy ".
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