The Final Four is an event that we use to mark the anniversary of our arrival in Dallas. We drove here from California, where baby David had just been born, arriving the day after the Final game, which Gary watched in a hotel in Oklahoma. That was 23 years ago but it seems even longer than that in many ways. The four years just before that were spent living in the Solomon Islands and not speaking English. Now, I can hardly remember any To'abaita, and my Pijin isn't much better. Sigh. That was a world ago.
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