in fair disclosure, I must admit that I went to the wrong address. No wonder all the lights were put off and the folks were likely trembling inside their house at the fact that two motorcycle riders drove right up their driveway to the garage in the dark of night.
Worse was that we left that wrong house, went to eat and then returned once more, driving back up the driveway to the garage door even later into the night.
I had forgotten that I had forgotten that Jim had moved a couple blocks away at the same address but on a different street. This was my bad.
There you are!