Moby went to the store. Dick did, too. Moby bought wheat bread, and Kalamata olives. Dick bought some local wine for cheap, and spicy mustard. Moby drove to Bradley International Airport in Hartford at just about the same time Dick drove to Napa County Airport (he hoped his plane would taxi off of runway 24; he loved watching as they approached the 65 foot high tree down past the end of the runway and soared up and over the deciduous granddad.)

I picked up Moby and Dick together, as they landed within minutes of each other and on time -- an amzing feat for planes arriving at Dane County Airport in December.

I brought Moby and Dick to my place, where I had my George Foreman Grill already fired up, plus a bowl of cheddar cheese curds, warmed to room temperature.

Moby chopped the olives for me while Dick opened and poured the wine. We were listening to Brian Eno. Moby said something very nice about Brian; Dick just smiled and said oh really, because unlike Moby and me, Dick had not yet met him.

I made the three of us my famous Kalamata olive and cheddar cheese curd grilled cheese sandwiches. Moby realy liked his, and was happy that the cheese I had used was free range and I made sure had no rennet. Dick liked his sandwich, too.

I just brought them back to the airport, cos they only came here for lunch. I think I'll go have the rest of the wine now.

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