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12/15/2003: "House"

Progress isn't what it used to be. The church offers an annual "Progressive Dinner" in this season, and I was bagdered into attending the appetizer hour this time around. There were very few dyed-in-the-wool progressives about,and very little progression: There was only one stop after appetizers, and that was dinner. I drove past the home the hots live in twice before i had the nerve to go in the driveway. It was a grand house, almost a mansion, impeccably decorated. A nice place if you want to have 150 gests over and not have anyone feel crowded. Only one person expected me to park his car, but I was there long enough to feel out of place by the time I left. a friend of minewas hosting one of the dinner parties and had a cancellation, and I was invited to her house. When I got there I found myself surrounded by single ladies, seventy-five and up, and had a fine time talking about the old days. If progress were always this mild and gentle, it would be a baby soap.