Mrs. Jones was our special guest for dinner this past Sunday. We enjoyed her company and loved listening to all her stories about East Patchogue, including the fact that she was born here - in a little house on Orchard Street, just about 1 mile from our house.
Abbey and Randy with Mrs. Jones, who became our good friend when we lived in an apartment in her home.
Abbey and me with Gussie. The day before I poked myself in the eye with a hairclip - that's why my eye is all red.