Let's meet for dinner
Last month I received an e-mail from my sister-in-law with the subject line, “Dinner with Father Aris.” She set out possible dates and times for a get together. The e-mail went to my son Davis and my daughter-in-law, too. E-mails went back and forth until four possible dates were picked. Then, Aris and his wife, Roselle, were asked to pick the best day for them.
Butch and Virginia live up in the Sierra foothills and Davis and Toni live in Santa Clara County so dinner couldn’t be a casual, “let’s meet tonight” call because they had long drives to meet in the middle where I live.
Last night we all met at Vic Stewart’s in Brentwood.
The place is a steakhouse.
I am singing the praises of my brother-in-law because he was the instigator, but in reality it wouldn’t have happened without Virginia’s coordination by e-mail. Butch doesn’t check his e-mail for days and days.