A pie potluck, 4-5 pm, dinner was not being served, just pie. Anyone who wanted to could grab the mic and say something they were grateful for.
Which is how one woman who’d invited her friend found out that her friend was my neighbor across the street. We all had a great time catching each other up.
I wonder how many others walked in the door at home afterwards and said, Do you still want dinner?
Not really, I’m good. You?
Nah. It was all I needed.