Delusional

So Wifey and I had a lovely time last night -- we went to Coral Gables for their "Art in the Park," an event we had never before sampled. They had vendors selling food and booze, and some local galleries showing their wares. They also had music: a reggae band, and then a young fellow named Jacob Jeffries, who I had seen before. He's angling, it seems, to be the next Springsteen. His songs were catchy and the crowd seemed to enjoy him quite a bit.

We walked around under a gorgeous full moon, the "Wolf Moon," brightest of the year.

We ran into some old friends who Wifey first met when D1 and their boy were newborns. The wife, a pretty blonde Midwesterner, caught us up on her life while her husband chatted on his cell phone. The husband is a formerly succesful Cuban business owner, who knows tons of folks and is always doing deals.

The wife allowed as to how they're broke -- trying to sell all their fancy possessions, and embroiled in litigation about failed business deals. Their son, a handsome and athletic young man, was never much of a student, and despite sending him to a very expensive private school, couldn't get accepted to any universities. But, the wife told us, he's at an upstate community college, on the "many year plan," trying to get into the university there.

The husband got off his call, and we began to chat. I've always really liked him, and still do --he's funny and charming. But then he began to tel me how GREAT his new business was going, and how his son was at the UNIVERSITY, and how rosy it all was. OF course I was happy to hear the good things, but hadn't I just heard a completely different version?

They met other friends, and Wifey and I ambled along. We got such a kick out of the "Rashamon"-like effect --how people going through the same things can have such radically different points of view. One is a realist; the other delusional.

Still, it was nice to see some old friends. And, I want to wrangle at least one more ride on their gorgeous yacht, before they sell it!