Lost tribe of Westwood

It's Friday and the sun is shinning. I officially have spring fever. I want the warm weather to get work done outside. This summer will be different without the chapel on Sunday nights. I no longer can hear Cliff wax eloquent, Brian explore new areas of interest, and have a podium to express my beliefs. I enjoyed the Hammond and the piano together with Lou and Cliff. We got to hear from some very interesting people and heard great music from different people and great groups. The chapel is now history, and the subject of great reminiscing. Will the story's expand? Most likely. Even though, it was a great run with great friends.