My friends and I have revived family dinner night. Some are in the same boat as me, others have been forced back into their college jobs after some sort of employment debacle so no one has any money. We all get together to eat spaghetti or lasagna, or something else equally economical, watch tv, and commune. Even though it represents our assorted failures, it's nice to have everyone in the same place again. Now we can watch the Red Sox and hope that two miracles in one lifetime isn't too much to ask.