It started as a legitimate volleyball game, but deteriorated at some point into a free-for-all. Boys will be boys I suppose. The broom wielder is a stray we adopted from the synagogue on Rosh Hashanah (the same way I met Larry - when his sister brought me home for the holiday dinner). He's a soldier a Ft Drum - since Larry has the restaurant in Watertown, all soldiers are referred to him. Danny is shipping out to Iraq within a month, so we thought some home-cooked food in the meantime would be wise.
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