Thirty-Six Years

It's been 36 years since all four of us shared a common spot on the space-time continuum, but last weekend a daughter's wedding celebration was the catalyst that made it happen in New York City.  

Turns out if you share your formative years with some kindred spirits, you may well be able to go 36 years and then just pick up where you left off.  

Lucky am I to have had such friends in those formative years and doubly lucky again to get this opportunity to hang with the fellas:

"Belle brochette de quinquagénaires” is what the Ton-Ton said when he saw this last picture.