My husband and I were invited to a dinner at a large church in Seattle… it was sort of charity dinner or some such thing.  I don’t remember.  So, anyway, we were directed to specific tables with assigned seating. Later, when I would tell my co-workers about that evening, I recall commenting that I didn’t know why in the world we were seated at that particular table.  There was a couple, seated across the table from Wes and me, who seemed like they were straight out of some parenting/outdoorsman/selectric typewriter magazine or something.  Everyone thing was going along fine, very…