So, we meet my father in law, his girlfriend, Epiphany and Haggis for dinner at a local chicken fried steak establishment. The girlfriend, being from New Hampshire, claims she has never heard of chicken fried steak . . .?
Also, Haggis had the unfortunate experience of hearing a private exchange between father in law and girlfriend -

Father in law: “Hey, I’m going to the bathroom, watch my stuff.”
Girlfriend: “Yeah, I’ll watch your stuff (with innuendo)

Later, Sean gets a phone call from a long lost friend and her now famous brother. Sean says we’re on our way to IHOP and she says “Ok, we’ll meet you there”. She lives in New Orleans so this is a shock to say the least. We haven’t seen her in ten years, so we catch up with her at the John Armour IHOP which we have named for our friend, the waiter, who is incredibly familiar to us. Anyway, the waiter walks up as the long lost friend is telling us about seeing Trent Reznor at the local Smoothie King in the Garden District (where she lives), and is somewhat befuddled. On my way back from the bathroom I run into him and he gives me a puzzled look, and I say “It’s a strange night, John Armour.” BTW, according to friend, Trent is not as incredibly ‘dark’ as he wants us to think. Imagine this in your mind: Trent, a little blonde bunny, a car, skipping and a water hose . . .

Also today: Was Googling people I used to know with unusual names and found out that my neighbors mother (in Kentucky) was sexually abused by her parish priest in 1962 and with some other victims tracked him to Reno and they are seeking legal action and excommunication. This woman used to be very meek and submissive, so I’m proud that she got some balls, so to speak.

Here’s the article: http://www.rgj.com/news/stories/html/2002/05/30/15654.php
In the article she talks about how rural the area was in 1962 - believe her. I used to live in the house she grew up in, and let me tell you, she didn’t have electricity until 1949, there was an outhouse, and no city water. All of their water came from a cistern which is a device that collects rainwater. Oh, and we (my family) are pretty sure her father was a moonshiner because the stills were still up in the woods behind the house . . .

-The little church where it all happened -

Google’s like a box of chocolates, you never know . . .