Recently I reconnected with a high school friend who had moved away long ago. When I mentioned The Villages, she said, "Oh, is that the place Leisureville is about? My book club just read Leisureville." Ugh. Some book club! I spent some time gently, and I'd like to think, convincingly, defending the age restricted premise and painting a prettier panarama of the place.
BTW, we went to Katie Bells with guests Saturday night to hear Rocky and the Rollers. There was a man there, way past his prime, who danced the night away, mostly all by himself, occasionally with a woman. For some reason, I wondered he were Mr. Midnight, aged, still alone and not ready to give it up.
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