And the speed of the Internet!

So I got the email of the picture from Drew this morning. In my defense, I wasn't expecting a picture and so I was in the middle of choking down a very, very dry "beef burger". If I end up moving there, my major plan will be to re-introduce Worcestershire sauce to its native land. C'mon people . . . moist, delicious. You shouldn't have to choke down meat. There's sauce for that stuff. The only sauce they provided was "mint sauce" which was runny and green. I don't think my mom would approve. Anyway, Pete of "Pete at the White Horse Pub" fame is sitting across from me. His brother Drew is sitting behind him, Bro. Whitcomb is in the back, Sis. Whitcomb is next, then the little brother who just returned from his mission to England and I don't know the name of because he was at the other end (and younger and not Pete), and sitting next to me is Drew's wife Andrea. There you are, the wonderfully random members I met in an English pub in Oxford.