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August 14, 2009
First Friday means so many things to different folks depending on where they live. In Anchorage, Alaska, it means the First Friday of EACH MONTH when there are art gallery walks downtown where tourists and locals walk from gallery to gallery, sip wine, talk art, and catch up with each other. Today, albeit the second Friday of August, is the first Friday of our son's senior year. His senior year is looming large in our lives. Well . . . it's looming large in mine. Knowing my son well, I know when he comes home he won't crack a book until sunday evening.