Weekend in Review in Photo

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Saturday morning.... Taking breaks from cleaning and purging my home.  This was a good break.


Saturday night... Russo's Dirty Thirty





Sunday afternoon... Running inspiration from "Dirty Diana"


Sunday Night... Pearl Jam



Monday... Recuperating and working...


Highlight: Pearl Jam playing "Future Days" and Lloyd saying it could almost make him cry.

Pearl Jam: Future Days

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