Last night, I returned to a place I spent many hours in as a youth--Vet's Auditorium. I was with Erika and Jonny, and Prince William, Kate, and Prince Harry. We were there for a concert which featured the royals' cousin, who was a wilder person than Prince Harry could ever be. I think it was Erika and Jonny's job to keep him sober until the concert, but their best efforts were just not enough.
Before the concert started, I had to drive to West Des Moines to pick up Peter, who was having a nice visit with Paul Newman. But isn't Paul Newman dead? They were having such a good time, especially compared to the difficulties Erika and Jonny were having with the royals.
