Cee, thank you.
Aquamarine, thank you.
Jenni, thank you. My parents were born in ‘23 and ‘24. They met at a dance at my mother’s college, and afterward wrote every day until the end of the war. They were married for 55 years, until my father died. My mother is 94 now, still doing the NYT crossword puzzles in ink. Kind of showoffy, don’t you think?
Taylor, thank you. It was a gorgeous day. Not bad in the sun, but quite chilly in the shade.
Shevia, thank you.
Jane, thank you. I think my mother’s college, an all women's college, had the dance *because* it was Veterans Day. It might still have been called Armistice Day back then. They invited servicemen to the dance. My dad was stationed nearby. Right afterward, he was assigned to an ocean going tug, and went all over the Pacific. His ship could tow battleships!
Cardiff girl, thank you. I thought about them all day long.
Angie, thank you. Remember my thrifted pea coats that didn’t fit right right? They’re just a bad memory. This one was a dream as soon I put it on. It’s Calvin Klein and is a combo of wool, nylon and cashmere, and feels wonderful, too.
Joy, thank you. I’ll keep an eye out for that play. This theater is surprisingly good considering it’s community theater.