the turkey dust that is (turkey dust??). It was a perfect day with everyone attending in top form.
Marie whipped up the potatoes:
The table was crowded with hungry and thankful folks:
Mothers and daughters:
Day after cappuchino (with Bru, LeeAnn and Sam)
A sunny Sunday at the beach:
And Monday we sneak in a bike ride before the rains come. Roger, entering birthday week, has assembled his winter riding outfit:
On The Way 
Roger, darling..
You are FETCHING.
Do you think you could put out a line of peddling togs for the older crowd?
Shoenut