One aspect of retirement that Greg and I have never considered is moving. After 29 years (for me) and I-won't-say-how-many years for Greg, who was born here, Nashville is home. It's not just the city, even though it's a very liveable town with a lot of great things to do—new restaurants every day, it seems; excellent theater and music of all kinds; beautiful countryside around us; affordable living—it's the people more than anything else that make the idea of leaving impossible.
I got to see a lot of my friends at the amazing retirement party that Lori and her daughter Natalie threw for me last weekend.
|Hard to believe it of such gorgeous women, but they're even nicer than they are beautiful!|
Lori and I are homies from New York's Hudson Valley, and we're both Italian-American (she's 100%; I'm only 25%, but it's a dominant 25%). She's an amazing cook—check out that spread!
Greg and I felt like we were posing for our prom pictures.
I really do have wonderful friends at the day job. I've known some for as long as I've been at Vanderbilt . . .
. . . others are more recent.
|Trying to respond to a lovely toast from Lori, under Mary Nell's watchful eye.|
The guest list included no "duty" invitations; everyone there was dear to me.