So I’m in Pasadena right now, sort of over-planning a 40th year high school reunion, and I got to wondering about the human need to party. I’m in the celebration business, more or less all the time. We call it “Riley’s Farm,” but it’s a bit more like Bing Crosby’s “Holiday Inn” — one seasonal..
There are two halves to this duplex, and from the beginning a gentler, more quiet branch of humanity, wearing conservative Sunday School clothing, is gathered in one half. I greet them upon entrance and departure, but apparently tonight is about the wedding going on in the other half of the building, where a huge hypocrisy..
