All is not lost to the slugs.  Apparently, they don’t have an appetite for bok choy! I picked some bok choy today and sauteed them up with thinly sliced radishes, added sesame seeds, rice vinegar and a touch of soy sauce and voila, a wonderful bowlful of greens fresh from the garden.  It doesn’t get any fresher than this:

We are off to Rick’s 40th (!!!) high school reunion, both of us revved up by the bok choy!  I will meet Peninsula High’s Class of 1970 (Vaughn Bay area on Case’s Inlet on Puget Sound).  I basically have half an hour to get ready.  All week Rick has been in a MOOD (let me tell you!), having mixed feelings about whether or not to go to this reunion, having the ghosts of his past come to him now.  He has not seen his class buddies since 1970.  He walked away from a rough bunch of beer drinking, clenched-fisted kids and has not been in a hurry to go back.  So all week, he has dealt with  the demons of his past: the fights,  the drinking days, wild parties by the power lines,  the dread of the kids finding out he played violin and finally temporarily giving up violin  because playing violin was unacceptable in that social atmosphere,  and how he sort of “became” one of the peninsula boys for survival among a rough group of kids.   “I would like you to go.”  “I think I’ll just go on my own.”  “What?  You’re not coming?”  So I am going.  I will be a support for him, I guess.  So why is he going, if he walked away and chose not to go back for so long?  Probably because last year, his best friend from high school, Smitty (Mark Smith), died of ALS.  We read the obit in the paper.  Rick contacted Smitty’s family.   Smitty’s widow told Rick that Smitty tired so hard to get in touch with Rick in the last years of his disease (not sure how he managed NOT to find Rick since Rick’s family still lives in the Tacoma area…but maybe there are several people with the same name out there).  Rick regretted not being in touch and that spurred on the desire to go to a reunion.  So here we go….