Last night we went to a musical evening ("bring your holiday leftovers!") at the home of Clint Swett, a business writer for the Bee (also a former tennis partner). The house was packed and most of the people got a chance to perform. Talent levels ranged from beginner to professional.
Jennifer hadn't gone before, and I was afraid she wouldn't know anyone, but as it happened there were a couple of her former colleagues that she hadn't seen in years. Plus the crowd seemed to like the same music that Jennifer likes. (Rock and protest songs from the 60s)