Seven older gentlemen of various political persuasions gather in the courtyard under the squawking birds to politely discuss and examine, in regulated heartbeat, the current issues and events of the week.
They also like to talk about their high-school classmates, both living & dead, unknown to others outside of Los Gatos. It’s an exclusive club.
🙂
This is also where I caught the Covid infection on Ash Wednesday of this year when, because of the weather, we gathered together inside. Can’t say I’m not holding some resentment.