The phone rang at 7 for Mary. It was Susan letting us know that George had had a bad night and wanted Mary and Susan to get up to New York to see him. I booked Mary a 9:35 flight for LaGuardia and got her to RDU in time, but we had to hustle.
Then I attended the memorial service for Gene Sandler, my neighbor down the hill. Great old guy, as was attested at considerable length by his colleagues in UNC's dental school.
Then, of course, there was tennis with Adam, which he carried 7-5, 7-6. All within the context of a gorgeous sunny day.
Digging a bunch of videos from this Nashville series.
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