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February 3, 2017
Friday nights are the prize for all of us working stiffs. For some people, it is the night out, dinner, drinks, a movie, whatever. Fifteen years ago, my Friday night special was dinner out by myself, at a place that really took care of me. Now, it is sitting around a table, in an uncomfortable chair, knitting in fellowship with a group of women of a similar age. I wish we had comfortable seating, but for three hours a week, I endure. With iced tea rather than good chai, or a glass of red wine. These are FWP for sure.