It seems I’ll endure anything - cold, threat of snow, and crutching it more than three blocks - just to eat an East Indian dinner. Too bad the food didn’t live up to all the effort I expended in getting there.

But we did have a great evening visiting with Patty and Pat. And they offered us a ride after dinner was over so I wouldn’t freeze my toes off or kill myself on the ice and snow trying to crutch back to the hotel. Niece Anne was too busy taking pictures of me and laughing to be able to hang on to my coat, ensuring I didn’t do any further damage.