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My 15 year old octagon picnic table that rotted apart last year was sacrificed to the bonfire gods for the first fire of the season. Keith and Lindsay both wept as our shared memories of it rotting in back of his Redford house went up in flames along with the table. The new neighbors also attended, witnessing Lisas seizure laugh for the first time, possibly scaring them away for good. I also completed Ron's long anticipated folding chair swap for Keiths coveted Cougar chairs.