The text messages must have been flying as fast as we were. It looked like every JBG pilot and flight attendant that didn’t have anything else to do...was here. Jake, Mindy, Dad and Mom, Jason - I could understand to pick up Lisa. As if that wasn’t enough, Hanna and Melinda were there with one cameraman. I wondered about that arrangement.Another group that was waiting was surprising and I wondered how they knew I was returning home. They were Troy, Frank Love, Eric Roberson, Ben Smith, Marty. Dan rose from his chair and stretched. He said, “Well, I guess I’ll be going.”Terry looked at him and asked, “Where are you going?”“Ann is going back to Chicago to work on a mural at the end of the week. Sally is heading off to school soon. I thought I’d go home and spend a little time relaxing by the pool with my wives,” Dan said with a smile.She looked at him puzzled for a moment wondering when he had gotten married. She would have asked, but there was a more important question that demanded. Before that I was remembering our time at the dance. And how all this got started." Since I attacked you like a common slut on my couch and then went to bed with you on the first opportunity, did you respect me in the morning?" All we did seemed just right at the time. I left that dance clutching your phone number and waiting for the time to pass so that I could call you. Then, the fateful phone call came early the next day. So, I called you the first real opportunity I had, when I returned. I’m buying.”Four fit the golf cart. Missy behind the wheel and we were off.This part of Filer Street isn’t ... part of Filer. It’s parking for the two Salmon Charters and the Municipal ... but it’s paved and we were driving on it ... Filer was as good a name as any other. Left on Williams and right just past Loomis. At the green Missy cut across to the alley at Rath and left again.Across Ludington Ave, past Table 14 and Cafe 106. Table 14 was closed but 106’s doors were open ... the lights were.