Dirty pool
Catching up with the neighbours for a few games of pool.I was at a neighboured barbecue a month or so ago. While fun, it was very much a G-rated affair, with kids running loose while their parent discussed mortgages and local gossip. At around 9 o’clock I said my goodbyes. The lady of the house walked me to the front door. Away from noise of the party we enjoyed a quiet moment on the font step. She thanked me for coming and said that we should catch-up more often. Then, as had...