We have an Open House one night each month, and everyone is invited to come by. The night before this year's Derby, Kathy and several others were in the living room while Fred talked with our friends Bill and Brad in the kitchen. Here are some clips from the kitchen side of things, which will show why the title is appropriate.

We walked in a fundraiser for (or probably against) CP. Along the way, we fell in with a happy boy named Austin whose mother was pushing his chair. I found myself pestering him the same way my old elementary school principal used to pester me....

Fred comes from a line of larceny and skullduggery (well, plantduggery), as shown herein. With parents like these--leapin' lizards, that's why he's a punk!

Dinner music by Swing 39.

We are highly sophisticated and multi-dimensional creatures, we guys are. Here is a conversation after a basketball workout. (The nuts referred to, by the way, were supposed to be holding a wheelchair footrest together, but I guess that word can be multi-dimensional, too.)

Just about what you'd think from the title, with a few amusing moments. Joining lengths of PVC tube together with couplers, then hoping for no leaks when the water comes on!

At the offbeat movie rental shop, we got into discussing Reflections of Evil, which was on my list of movies to see. Apparently it provokes strong reactions!

We get way up in your grill (well, ours actually) with this audio spectacularama. Just listen to the sparks! Things got so dag-blag flashy I had to call my Dad to make sure we were doing things right.

See notes for part 1. This one has more Duanne and less me.

See notes for part 1. This is another piece of our conversation in Duanne's room.

She was 16; I was 7. The beginning of a really awful romance novel? Not at all! The beginning of a really neat relationship with a decades-long gap in the middle of it.

Duanne remembers my visiting her room in the rehab center when I was but a plucky wee lad, and apparently it gave her the lift she needed at the time. Now, as she recovers from a recent operation, we reunite. Duanne's friend, a feature columnist for the Courier-Journal, is also there. I'm really glad we got to meet again.