Kevin and I have been dreaming of returning to a restaurant in the town where we lived in 1989-1990. So as soon as we were settled, he fired off an email to the fondly remembered Pipe of Port:
Before long, Kevin had a reply:
Kevin responded right away with an email that included photos.
The final text below Pogo's photo (and, of course, he's not with us), said, "Even Pogo is sad." Then Kevin had appended one of his signature off-beat self-portraits:
He probably scared poor Heather at the Pipe of Port. But she did reply:
Alas! What are we to do? Dealing with Brexit news and the U.S. government shutdown is bad enough, but no pork-and-plum pie? I don't know if we can handle it.
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Addendum: Given the upheaval over Brexit and the shutdown, Kevin told a man in a pub that "We decided to come over here and watch the E.U. fall apart instead of staying home and watching the U.S. fall apart." (And yes, all that is sadder than losing our favorite meat pie.)
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