Our neighbor, Steve, hosts a Labor Day Picnic Jam every year. He has lots of musician friends and he gets them together to eat, play, and pick his grapes (he makes homemade wine). The party goes on most of the day and we planned to go after dinner. Alex and Teague kept themselves amused while Wade and I did our house projects. One of the ladies was nice enough to keep handing them snacks over the fence.
