Last night we played for a private party, sheltered in a hermetically sealed plastic bubble from the April deluge. Quarts and quarts have fallen over the last two days, but the heavy rains couldn't keep away a migrating flock of flamingos from landing on the front lawn.

It was great to see Miguel return. His newborn is home and healthy, bringing the total of Mama Jama offspring to a bakers' dozen.

Miguel

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