At brunch I finally met Winston who grilled many a meal for my parents when they were too picky to eat what was really for dinner (what else is new?). He must have done a good job, since they grew up to be big and strong.
We posed in the dining room with several other former (and future) Adamsians. There were still a lot of familiar faces, and, most impressively, mommy's mural is still in the tunnels.
We ended our visit to Harvard Square with a walk through Oktoberfest with "Uncle" Sean and "Aunt" Meeghan (soon-to-be-parents, themselves). I don't know what was scarier: the goths on stilts or the pumpkin lattes!
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