Ye Good Olde Days Weren’t All They Were Cracked Up to Be

Home is the place where, when you go there, they have to take you in. Robert Frost I once borrowed a costume with gauzy arms and legs reminiscent of Princess Jasmine in Aladdin. It was  essentially bikini pants and a skimpy bodice under a bolero jacket in which I served a nine course dinner prepared…

Flying High

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. Robert Frost  Kudos to two of my grandchildren who graduated from high school this week—both having conquered brutal cases of ‘senioritis’, a severely infectious disease for which no one seems to be able to find a successful vaccine….