Bidding a fond farewell

There's nothing to make you appreciate how appreciated you are like saying goodbye to the people you love. Although, I must add, as I pointed out to my dear friend Allison, while tears were flowing down here cheeks after helping us move, it's not really "goodbye," as much as "see ya later."

We had two farewell parties, one for mostly Andy's friends from work and one for mostly mine. There's a lot of overlap there, though, so it's hard to be selfish. Here are some fun photos from the shindigs, and thanks to everyone who came out to either one!

Andy bonds with Max, our friend who not only helped us barbecue enough meat to choke a horse, but then climbed into a truck to drive 24 hours and help us move.

A gathering of mind over matter. :) Max laughs with (from left) some girl I don't know, me, hostess Diane Robertson and Sandy Bressner.

 

I love this photo, which I believe is a Sandy Bressner original. That's Scott Robertson, our gracious host and favorite Rangers fan, in the background flashing the peace signs. 

Not sure how this happened, but that's Nick Swedberg on the left and Jim Butts on the right. And a complete goof in the center. 

After some serious swing dancing, I tried to dip David. Didn't turn out so well ... I think I'll let him lead next time. 

Miss you all very much! come see us soon. 

-Regan

Few people realize it, but in his spare time, Tom Musick volunteers with the developmentally disabled. In this case, me.