Back when we first moved on this street, there were a bunch of neighbors who would do a "pick-up" potluck dinner on Sunday night, as a way to clean out the fridge, and hangout as stress relief before the work week started again. The dogs would run around looking for treats, the grill would be cooking something tasty, and we sit outside hoping that these community dinners would continue on. As time goes by, and life circumstances happen, we all had to abandon the potluck dinners. We missed some of the neighbors who have moved away or who have passed on, but the few of us held tight on this Thanksgiving evening. It was like being back in the good old days, and I just soaked it all in.