Boy - do we live in a small town.  My husband and I were invited to join a couple and their group to a local fund-raising clam bake for a local art facility.  This art "galary" has so unique with century homes for the buildings established in a beautiful park.  They do are exhibit shows, have an art shop, and offer classes.  Anyway, we ran into our good friend/neighbor there whose house T_Man broke into!  I had a very long talk with him about our son.  He's a very good man.   We also saw people at the silent art auction/clam bake  we knew from many different walks of life.  I am so glad we went because I really wasn't in the mood to attend but seeing friends I haven't seen in awhile really lifted my spirits.  Oh....and then there was my stalker!  Long story but this guy always seems to appear whenever I have some kind of function (actually fund-raiser) and goes out of his way to talk to me -- I wouldn't mind if he didn't make me so uncomfortable.  There were hundreds of people there but I knew he'd find me.  I was right.  First time I met him, back it the spring, he hit on me right under my husband's nose --telling me he knew my husband from our kids scout groups, which was true.  Anyway....it was just strange.  I never saw this fellow before and then, ironically, I see him everywhere - and goes out of his way to chat with me.  Another coincidence -- his daughter is actually one of the students working on the suicide prevention walk with me....talk about irony....   Well.....hope T-Man comes home soon...........I'm tired.....